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"Nytalen," the grey wolf said the name with devotion as he spoke it, "the creator of a wolves true strength gives power through adversity.  It is he who created what trips up a wolf most.  The hooved beasts once had no antlers to defend themselves.  The prey were easier to take down.  Snakes had no venom to kill the unsuspecting wolf.  The bears we have now ate grass and lacked the claws and fangs they have now.  Their bulk was only to defend itself." Certainly the words so far didn't sound the best reasons to want to follow someone.

"Nytalen did not do these things because he wanted us to die off though.  When he created these changes and much  more it was to help us get stronger.  How pitiful an existence it would be if we were never challenged.  How meaningless and boring the days and nights would be." A seconds pause to let that amount sink in. "Right now is a time of testing, a time of waiting for more to be allowed to know of him.  When the testing is over a time of darkness will come.  The dangers we have now will be like a tick under the fur.  He will help us grow stronger.  Our jaws will grow stronger, our speed faster.  There will be a presence to us, the brand of our Lord so that all other wolves and predators have no choice but to fear us and bow to us.  Those who do not perish by the dangers from his first wave of threats will surely die by the cleansing fire that will sweep the land.  It will not harm us, however.  It will only seek out those who ignore him. The tip of his tail ticked this way and that as he imagined the future he spoke of.

The wolf smiled with the imaginings of the future, "When that time comes we will be all powerful.  We will be feared."  His head tilted up as if seeing something in the dark sky above.  "I am blessed by him.  Fitz-Nytalen, his chosen."  He truly seemed to believe every word he uttered.