Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190115181913/@comment-5583506-20190119214424

Ylva put her hands on her hips and looked down at Hate a gaze that seemed to say "what the hell am I supposed to do with you?".

"Back in the Niflheim", she said. "The poor pup had gotten himself into a trap. When I released him, my pa told me he wouldn't survive in the wilderness and it would be kinder to just... put him out of his misery."

Hate rolled over on Duncan's boots, frantically moving about in a couple of playful movements only wolves would be able to understand.

"Of course, being young and dumb seems to bring some luck. I refused and treated him myself. He got better, and far more meaner than any other animal I've come across, so don't let those sweet mannerisms of his fool you."

The wolf growled nonchalantly at Ylva.

"He seems to have taken a fancy to you though, or your boots at the very least. Watch yourself so that he doesn't chew a hole in them."