We love the smell of fear

Suddenly, the eyes he was so convinced were following him through the subterrane, appeared. Three wolves, all equal in size but differentiating in their pelts, seemingly appeared out of thin air before him. Rhazien stopped in his tracks, pelt bristling out of reflex. Three against one. Only, these wolves didn’t seem like they were trying to jump him. Each of them beckoned for him to follow, offering different paths and incentives. Rhazien found himself drawn to the mournful wolf, a female adorned in blue colorations with dazzling emerald eyes. Always drawn to beauty. “Such a pretty face- why so gloomy?” He called out to her, approaching her from the front. Show me what you have in store.

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