Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140816182744/@comment-5583506-20140818211149

Most of the Dunmer in the village had gone into hiding when he approached and only came out when they saw the local pranksters assuring them that he wouldn't hurt them. Kids wanted to run up to him and touch his thick fur, but were held back by their protective parents.

A wise decision, he thought. I am no good with kids.

"Mother? Are you around here?" asked Nedas. "Bloody hell, where could she be?"

A short and aggressive woman came out of a privy and approached the giant wolf completely unafraid. "What's this then?" she said. "Hmph, well whatever it is, I am afraid the answer is no, Nedas and Silas! We can't keep him!"

"Mom, listen!" said Silas to the giant wolf's defense. "This old bugger here killed an emerging Dremora horde from Mournhold! They would have charged right into our village if he hadn't been there. The least thing we could do is to help him heal his wounds."

"I see", said the old woman in an unsympathetic tone. "Well, I will see what I can do."

She circled around the wolf and suddenly yanked in one of the spears in his legs.

"AAARGH! FUCK! What the hell is wrong with you?!" snarled Varg.

"Hmph! As I expected", said the woman and put her arms to the sides. "The tip has buried itself into the bone and removing it would be extremely painful. Maybe it would be a mercy to just put down the poor mongrel?"

"Don't talk about me like I am not even here!" Varg groaned and limped his way to center of the village where collapsed with a rumble.

People curiously approached the wolf, but made sure to keep their distance while the children ran up ahead to feel his fur.

"Fine, I will heal this monster", sighed Nedas' and Silas' mother. "But if he is here to mark his territory or expect me to go on long walks with him, you two have another thing coming!"