Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190115181913/@comment-5583506-20190116230646

Hate remained docile and calm, having been instructed not to bite or scratch while the Native examined him.

"A Fenrir", Ylva clarified. "At least that's what we call them back in Niflheim. I think the correct term for them used to be Northwestern wolf, or Alaskan timber wolf. But..." She raised her eyebrows and sighed. "... then the aftermath of the Great War changed the rules somehow. They got bigger, they got older, and more intelligent and ferocious."

She approached the two and scratched Hate behind the ear. "This mean thing was big already as a pup, and according to one of our veterinarians back home, he is still growing. They expect him to reach the height of one those Shetland ponies by the time he is 13."

Ylva had her doubts that the Native understood what a Shetland pony was. She herself didn't even know. She had just seen pictures of them in pre-war books that weren't scorched.