Prepare for the Best

The white wolf smirked as his brother trotted over asking him questions. The boy couldn't help but shove his nose black in the air and wiggle his whole body as he wagged with pride.

"You bet! It was hard to take down!" He didn't want to relay the exact circumstances of how he came to the rescue of Basilisk and Iggy, it might hurt the Warlord's image if word got around that he was knocked out cold for most of the fight, saved by his tiny slave and sickly cousin. However, Ollie wasn't as sickly now.

"I'm going to make its fur my cape and its head my helmet!" He grinned proudly holding up the eviscerated head of the bear. He grabbed one of its stiff ears with his teeth and pulled the skin hard enough to release it from the skull. Then went to work scraping the meat from the skull.

"Here! You want the fur from the head?" He asked, holding it out to Wylan.

"Speech"