the golden age come and passed

He seemed amused, as if he were watching a baby flail itself pitifully in a screaming fit. “I might bleed if you bit me, although not enough to die, or even feel discomfort. The scars you see are from other gods, for only a god can kill a god” He said passively while his trunk nosed over the jagged edge of a rock, just slightly smaller than the wolf’s head and lifted it, coiling the appendage close to his mouth with the stone tucked neatly into it.

“Whales die when they touch land, yes, but I am a lord of both the realms of land and sea while they only hold dominion over one.” He waved his ears as if he were being assaulted by flies, but another god surely would have recognized he flagging motions of a war dance. “I shred the leaves in my anger, yes, but shape entire forests in my leisure and should I choose I could create rivers by my own might .” He paused then, letting the words sink in.

"But enough about me; tell me wolf... How long does the child of this fallen god walked the earth before he begins to decay?” His eyes now burned with fury and joy, his legs bracing lift his girth and bear down on he creature with the full force of his weight and the added strength of gravity. His head swayed slightly to brandish the tusks the feeble creature had dared to compare to a pig’s and he could almost feel hot blood running down their smoothed edge. “I have seen the passage of fifty winters, and am still in my prime, with the promise of another thirty.” He chuffed in amusement, keeping his posture straight as his legs limbered. “Unless you would like to challenge me, sir god child. As I said, only a god can kill a god.”