Barrow Fields Dear hero imprisoned

I'm fine with dice rolls! I made a thread here

So the stranger had a name, he thought, but before he could think of anything snarky to respond, the grey wolf lunged at him. Rysk was surprised by this sudden expression of aggression. But he wouldn't shy away from a good fight, and Gustav surely seemed up for the task. 

Rysk braced himself for the impact as the male rushed at him as violently and as determinedly as the waves would rush to the shore. When they collided, Rysk ducked and tried to get a hold of his legs. He tasted blood as he managed to sink his teeth in one of the grey wolf's forelegs.