He called them now Young Bull, the wolf friend, showing them images, thousands of images of the hated enemy. Fades and trollocs, so many so close.
It burned in his nose now and he sensed the hatred from all around him, kill them, bite them, rip them apart.
And then they were among them thousands of wolves plunging into the ranks of shadow spawn , howling in wild fury as they killed or got killed, not caring as long as they got to kill the enemy.
The terrible taste burned as acid in his mouth when he jumped up ripping out the throat of an eyeless, he was wild with rage growling at everyone around him. Then he felt an axe slicing through his back, but it didn’t matter it was a good death , he had killed countless of the enemy, a good death.
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He called them now Young Bull, the wolf friend, showing them images, thousands of images of the hated enemy. Fades and trollocs, so many so close.
It burned in his nose now and he sensed the hatred from all around him, kill them, bite them, rip them apart.
And then they were among them thousands of wolves plunging into the ranks of shadow spawn , howling in wild fury as they killed or got killed, not caring as long as they got to kill the enemy.
The terrible taste burned as acid in his mouth when he jumped up ripping out the throat of an eyeless, he was wild with rage growling at everyone around him. Then he felt an axe slicing through his back, but it didn’t matter it was a good death , he had killed countless of the enemy, a good death.