A wolfhound, easily the largest he had ever seen, of a mottled grey coloring. The pelt reminded him of the mists. “I’ve read about you,” Wax said. “Thrilling,” the kandra growled. “I’m so happy Sazed included me in his little book so that drunk people can curse by my name.” “They … do that?” “Yes.” The wolfhound growled quietly in the back of his throat. “There are … stuffed toys too.” “Oh yeah,” Wax said. “Soonie pups. I’ve seen those around.”
Tensoon!
