The hunter had arisen early as was his norm. He was sitting at a table to the side of the main door. He was old, well past his prime and at the
stage, where wisdom easily made up for his lack of youth. His back to the wall as was his want, feasting on a quite lavish breakfast.
The door opened. The hunter became instantly on guard. There was no hand on the knob. Power then! Magic. A pure white wolf entered, nay, not
wolf, too big, way too big with protruding canine teeth.. Damn thing could sit and look him in the eye. Dire Wolf?
The wolf moved to a small table. The chair moved away of its own accord and the great beastie sat and waited. The hunter continued his surveillance.
Powerful shoulders with matching hind quarters. He caught just a glimpse of blue glowing eyes. Not Dire Wolf then. What is it?
Strong legs and .... the feet. The hunter's heart decided to beat a little faster. He controlled his fear reaction. Where the claws should be,
were just slits. Retractable claws. Only one creature had all these attributes. Only one.
A Wolf Lord and one that used Power. Creatures of legend. The hunter went through what he knew of these creatures understanding that what he knew
was only from study and legend.
Huge and deadly. Intelligent and friendly. They could not be hunted, they left no tracks and their fur changed color at will. This one was white
because outside was covered in snow. If legend were true, they could fade to invisible. Their claws could rip a person apart. Fire claws they had,
blue flame to split armor, mail, shield and sword.
One bite was death. They preferred the hunt, to come from behind and with a quite petite bite, too rip the spinal column from the base of the skull.
With no instructions, a serving man placed a huge tray of raw steak in front of the Wolf Lord. The Lord nodded his thanks. He lifted his front paws.
From his left paw, two 135mm claws slid out. From his right paw, a single claw slid out. It burst into blue flame.
Elegantly and neatly the Wold Lord ate. It seems he preferred his built in cutlery. The Wolf Lord turned his head looking straight at the hunter.
Via telepathy he sent, "You are wise little hunter. You know much about my species." He chuckled then adding, "But not all, not by a long shot. I
am a Wolf Lord, one of the few that remain on this world. I am also a Mage, a Grand Mage at that. Good morning friend. A word to the wise if I
may. Never call me a beastie again, it would be your last thought."
The Wolf Lord returned to his meal. He looked at his now empty plate. He suppressed his natural urge to lick the plate clean, but among these other
guests it would be impolite. Still, the urge was there. He sat and waited for the bowl of milk that he knew was just leaving the kitchen.
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