He was standing very still, stiff, almost in his careful posture, as he looked across at the wolf before him. With his lowered head, he wasn’t looking down on the one he spoke to for once. She seemed utterly smitten by his fangs, and how he might use them in battle. This wolf was utterly fearless, grinning up into his giant form, peering at his deedly fangs, and hearing how he had fought and killed in battle without so much as twitching.
It was rare to find one so courageous, or perhaps it was this land. The wolves here weren’t beaten down by an empire that knew themselves better than all others. They could live their lives in freedom and curiosity, fearless.
She wondered who he was set to guard, and he eyes her for a moment, but in truth found no reason not to tell her. Let others know a battle-hardened titan protected the Empress of the Ashen Empire, so that they might think twice before they cross her. “Would you in turn tell me something about yourself?” he teased, through he would give her the answer whether she agreed or not. “I guard Deathbelle, who is the Empress of the Ashen Empire”
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