"We're ahead of schedule." Scarlett easily matched her husband's pace with her smooth fluid stride. Her Dire Wolf puppet moved like the wind. The last six months had been hard for the Titan Clan leader, finally some hope had entered her life. She glanced at her husband, although it wasn't his bear form, she could tell he was loving every second of it.
"Nix said to attack as soon as we made contact." Mortimus crested a tall ice ridge, in the distance he could see the Keep where Menial ruled. He sniffed the air, although painful to admit, the puppet's senses were much sharper than his own. "Do you think Dire Wolves are all this strong?"
"No. This is an Emperor Dire Wolf, Nix said that normal dire wolves would only be as strong as one of his Revenant-level works." Scarlett raised her head to the sky and howled loudly.
Mortimus listened to the howl echoing in the distance. "What are you doing?"
