As Frayer sat upon his great throne of stone, a noise from below fell upon his red-tipped ears and made them twitch. He arose and quietly and jumped to the side of his rock facing the sound and peered below, finding a dark wolf marked with stark white standing about nervously, completely oblivious to the one above. "What is he so afraid of?" thought Frayer. Maybe he is still shell-shocked from the destruction of Alacritis, or maybe he was just a natural coward.
So here was a wolf, just as this black-furred one had been looking for since he abandoned his old home continent, so now he should go make introductions... But Frayer was thinking up other things. He had an instinct that other wolves didn't - one that told him to use trickery and cunning words to make a fool of all he met. His lips cracked a smile as he started thinking of how he might abuse this stranger's apparent fear, though he knew that he might be driving away the only living company he may have for weeks. Even after weighing the consequences, his mind was made up to try to scare this fellow. He found inspiration for his trick in how he thought that these giant boulders looked like living things.
Frayer backed away from the edge to the center of his enormous plateau-ish boulder where he couldn't be seen from below and gently placed down the chunk of tigerseye he carried. He then lifted his head to the sky, and spoke loudly from deep in his throat to sound as mighty as he could: "WHO IS THIS, WHO TRESPASSES IN THE HOME OF THE GREAT STONE GIANTS? SPEAK, PUNY CREATURE!" The black wolf was trying as hard as he could not to laugh at this situation!
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