There are wolves here, their muzzles wet with Kassam’s blood, and they’re at least four times the size of any wolf I’ve seen back home. There are massive serpent-like lizards with impossibly long fangs and longer necks, and small, spindly legs that seem like an afterthought. There are enormous wildcats. There are things that fly through the darkening air and swoop down, screeching, to attack anything that pauses at the edge of the glacier.
