I'll Tell You What

Her gaze was supercilious, she wouldn’t be like the other girl he had met who had pitied him and attempted to soothe him. His back straightened, his gaunt form aligning into some semblance of pride as a horrendously mirthful grin spread under the hanging fangs of his grandfather. “Why, I am the grim wolf.” He said matter-of-factly a paw raising toward his chest as he bowed elegantly. “But you may simply call me Grim.” He said.

”What brings you out at this time of night dear Razi Abraxas?” He purred, his furiously red eyes dancing in the low light of the moon equal parts revered and wicked. “Where are my manners? Interrogating you like this.” He sang and clicked his tongue at his own perceived rudeness. “I sensed a great power here and came to investigate.” He explained. “Perhaps it was you?” He said in a way that wasn’t entirely unprovocative.

He had heard the brightly colored birds of the southern continent chatter noisily about a family who thought of themselves as gods, he wondered if perhaps she was one of them, although wolves in this part of the world seemed to only belong to either the demigod clan or the pack further north.

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