When part of a pack, it was part of something larger than itself. It had a role to play and a place in the way of things. There was safety to be found in a pack. But a wolf could survive alone, too. In the dead of the midnight forest, surrounded by predators on all sides, a wolf could slip like a shadow through the trees. He could take refuge in darkened corners, stalking prey of his own. He could wait out his enemies, and bite back when they struck… Especially when he held a god sword in his hands.
