"Mm, good. It shouldn't hurt very much." He Ming smiles at him, strokes his hair again, and gestures for him to get off of the bench. "Back to your kennel. Supper will be soon!"

The little tag has a tracker worked into it, in case Ilima ever leaves the boundaries of the farm. He Ming doubts that will happen, though. He seems very comfortable with his new life, which is for the best.