Little wolf teeth flashed ineffectually toward the beast, and he smiled.
Brave - and foolish. The piss-soaked straggler was likely only posturing for the female's benefit. Dre Klage inhaled deeply and the acrid stench of urine flooded his scabbed nostrils, and he croaked out a low, burbling laugh.
Valhalla?he sneered.
Yiar kiln kelnal suf muth kina kumind uk dilirelk armirlilal.
Taking another step forward, the lumbering hell-hound watched with interest as his victim stumbled back, slipping. So close to the edge, now; why, a strong wind might have knocked him right over. How precarious.
Want?he echoed.
There was a wet sound as his lips pulled back nearly all the way, stretching far, too far into the sides of his face in a grotesque mockery of a grin. Bits of rotted flesh hung limply from yellowed fangs as he continued his approach.
And then he was there - looming over the ginger-furred wolf like a terrifying monolith, the stench of him alone nauseating enough to make even the strongest man's stomach turn. His breath was hot and close, and he leaned in toward the slipping figure that clung to the edge of the cliff as if imparting a secret.
Dre wirlk win sepa shutir widriat yia.
Lifting a heavy paw, Dre Klage placed it atop Mercury's head. How small it looked beneath his colossal frame.
How small they all were.
Eliryl lak fun fier yia.
And pushed.