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<blockquote data-quote="Richards" data-source="post: 2610726" data-attributes="member: 508"><p>Couple days later, and I've started settling in with the rest of the wolves. I've even seemed to gain some respect, because one of 'em tried pushing me around, and I let him have it. I mean, hell, I don't have to put up with that kind of bloody nonsense! I really tore into him, too, bloodied him up a bit, and he backed off all right. Flopped over on his back and tucked his tail between his legs. I've raised dogs before, I know that means like, "Okay, I surrender already." Now he kind of gives me deferential treatment. Sounds good to me.</p><p></p><p>I'm even starting to get the hang of the winter wolf language. It's a lot harder than I woulda thought. I mean, you figure, what's an animal got to talk about? But I'm surprised, and actually, even a little impressed. These wolf types ain't really all that bad.</p><p></p><p>And I learned my name. My wolf-name, I mean. Since I wasn't able to talk when they first met up with me, they took it upon themselves to give me a name. "Brute," they call me. Brute, 'cause I sure must be a mean brute to be able to take on a bear-monster like that all by myself. Brute. Gotta admit, I kinda like it. Sure as hell bloody well beats "Ernest." Just what was my ma thinking of, anyway?</p><p></p><p>I can say a few words myself now, too. Not a lot, but it's a start. The rest of the pack thinks I was damaged somehow in my fight with the dead wizard, that he cast a spell on me that robbed me of my wits, but that I'm slowly getting better. If only they knew. Still, I'll never tell 'em.</p><p></p><p>I've even heard the she-wolves talking amongst themselves about me, and what I'll be like once I'm fully recovered. Never had the ladies looking me over like that before, not even when I was human. Gotta say, I kinda like it.</p><p></p><p>I've been getting the hang of the hunting business, too. I still don't have the breath weapon that the others do, but I more than make up for it with my teeth and claws. Besides, I've learned that the winter wolves don't usually use their breath weapons unless they're up against something pretty powerful. Like an adventurer, especially a wizard. They hate wizards, and priests too. Like they say, you never know when some wizard's gonna throw some fire spell at you. As for hunting normal animals, it's more fun to take them down with tooth and claw, although the frost breath is useful if it looks like the prey is going to get away. I seen the leader use his on a snow rabbit that was getting outta range, and it just froze up solid, like a statue. He ate it that way, too. Sounded like somebody chewing on chunks of ice, but it didn't seem to bother him none. I guess the winter wolf immunity to cold works on the inside, too.</p><p></p><p>About every week or so, we form a large pack with a coupla other winter wolf families, and we go after the big game. Like caribou, or moose. Winter wolves are big enough, and powerful enough, they could probably take down a moose single-handed, but they like the terror they cause in the animal herds when they first see the winter wolves approach in such great numbers. Causes a stampede, every time. The wolves just love it, dragging down the slower of the herd and ripping them to shreds. In fact, sometimes they go overboard, killing more than they need to, but I think the need to kill is as strong in them as the need to eat. And then, after the kill, and after the feast, there's the singing. The sound of the howls of victory can probably be heard for miles. Funny, when I was still human, the sounds used to send shivers racing down my spine. Now, I'm one of the ones doing the howling, and the only shivers down my spine are caused by the anticipation of the next big hunt.</p><p></p><p>I been sleeping okay at night, but every morning I get up all kinda fuzzy-like in my head, and it takes me awhile to remember just what I am and how I got this way. Damn that wizard anyway! If he was here now, I'd rip his throat out myself for what he done to me, and I'd...</p><p></p><p>I'd...</p><p></p><p>Oh man. Oh, man. I gotta get outta here, get outta this mess I'm in!</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Richards, post: 2610726, member: 508"] Couple days later, and I've started settling in with the rest of the wolves. I've even seemed to gain some respect, because one of 'em tried pushing me around, and I let him have it. I mean, hell, I don't have to put up with that kind of bloody nonsense! I really tore into him, too, bloodied him up a bit, and he backed off all right. Flopped over on his back and tucked his tail between his legs. I've raised dogs before, I know that means like, "Okay, I surrender already." Now he kind of gives me deferential treatment. Sounds good to me. I'm even starting to get the hang of the winter wolf language. It's a lot harder than I woulda thought. I mean, you figure, what's an animal got to talk about? But I'm surprised, and actually, even a little impressed. These wolf types ain't really all that bad. And I learned my name. My wolf-name, I mean. Since I wasn't able to talk when they first met up with me, they took it upon themselves to give me a name. "Brute," they call me. Brute, 'cause I sure must be a mean brute to be able to take on a bear-monster like that all by myself. Brute. Gotta admit, I kinda like it. Sure as hell bloody well beats "Ernest." Just what was my ma thinking of, anyway? I can say a few words myself now, too. Not a lot, but it's a start. The rest of the pack thinks I was damaged somehow in my fight with the dead wizard, that he cast a spell on me that robbed me of my wits, but that I'm slowly getting better. If only they knew. Still, I'll never tell 'em. I've even heard the she-wolves talking amongst themselves about me, and what I'll be like once I'm fully recovered. Never had the ladies looking me over like that before, not even when I was human. Gotta say, I kinda like it. I've been getting the hang of the hunting business, too. I still don't have the breath weapon that the others do, but I more than make up for it with my teeth and claws. Besides, I've learned that the winter wolves don't usually use their breath weapons unless they're up against something pretty powerful. Like an adventurer, especially a wizard. They hate wizards, and priests too. Like they say, you never know when some wizard's gonna throw some fire spell at you. As for hunting normal animals, it's more fun to take them down with tooth and claw, although the frost breath is useful if it looks like the prey is going to get away. I seen the leader use his on a snow rabbit that was getting outta range, and it just froze up solid, like a statue. He ate it that way, too. Sounded like somebody chewing on chunks of ice, but it didn't seem to bother him none. I guess the winter wolf immunity to cold works on the inside, too. About every week or so, we form a large pack with a coupla other winter wolf families, and we go after the big game. Like caribou, or moose. Winter wolves are big enough, and powerful enough, they could probably take down a moose single-handed, but they like the terror they cause in the animal herds when they first see the winter wolves approach in such great numbers. Causes a stampede, every time. The wolves just love it, dragging down the slower of the herd and ripping them to shreds. In fact, sometimes they go overboard, killing more than they need to, but I think the need to kill is as strong in them as the need to eat. And then, after the kill, and after the feast, there's the singing. The sound of the howls of victory can probably be heard for miles. Funny, when I was still human, the sounds used to send shivers racing down my spine. Now, I'm one of the ones doing the howling, and the only shivers down my spine are caused by the anticipation of the next big hunt. I been sleeping okay at night, but every morning I get up all kinda fuzzy-like in my head, and it takes me awhile to remember just what I am and how I got this way. Damn that wizard anyway! If he was here now, I'd rip his throat out myself for what he done to me, and I'd... I'd... Oh man. Oh, man. I gotta get outta here, get outta this mess I'm in! [/QUOTE]
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