Fairspell Meadow the godspell

Hunting with Anselm had not proven to be fruitful. The brothers found a strange scent and followed it a short ways until they happened upon a living creature the likes of which Emmerich had never seen before. His hawk-yellow eyes were intense on the strange being, the peculiar shape of its body. It was almost a wolf, without being anything like a wolf.

A small snort was made to Anselm.

Vhat is that thing? he hissed beneath his breath.