The beast was twice the size than any Mountain Wolf Lancet had ever seen, even the ones he and Astensia fought in the simulation worlds.
Its shoulders came up past his waist, and its frame was built of dense, corded muscle tied against each other in a pelt the color of burnt stone and old ash. The fur was patchy in places, which was a sign of transformation.
The strips of hide revealed skin that was too dark, almost black, with a faint sheen like oil on water.
Lancet stood still, staring at the beast.
'Well, I should have expected this,' he remarked. 'Mountain wolves were native to places like this, harsh and scarce mountain lands far from civilization. But this one has evolved. It's probably because of the Gloom that is seeping from Deathrock, that half-citadel. It has twisted the Wolf. Probably made it even more powerful.'
That was true. Mountain Wolves were naturally at Lvl 10 - 15, but this one had a whooping Lvl 30 hovering above its sharp, straight ears.
