Noctisardor Bypass In these times of doing what you're told.

So his name was Glaukos. He would find him recuperating in Bearclaw Valley. Viinturuth listened with interest, burgundy stare darkening with growing hatred to hear what this she-wolf knew the beast had done to others. Mae was not the first to fall victim to his anger, it seemed, and he doubted she would be the last.

He had to be stopped sooner rather than later.

The anger in Viinturuth wanted to spur him off at once, out into the wilds in search of the place where his target had chose to base himself. He fumed while the she-wolf commented that she was uncertain how the giant could be bested. While he hadn't seen him with his own eyes, was he not just a wolf? Flesh and blood like all others? Akavir, the smaller of the brothers, had managed to best him.

He lived here, then? In this valley? Viinturuth asked, craving more knowledge with which he could return to his brother. When did you last see him?