Contrary to what the others thought, Abel didn't sign any spiritual contract with the mount wolf king he was riding. He didn't think that there was a need to. The basic contract Bartoli provided him was enough to do the job. Besides, it wasn't like the mount wolf king would betray him at any time.
He had other plans for it. Once this was over, he could send it away to live a happy life at Abel Castle. He could use it for breeding more pups, which would surely be stronger than regular mount wolves.
At a slope ten miles away from where Abel was resting, about ten wolfriders gathered.
A blindfolded worgen scouted with his eagle's eyes, "Master Dawson! I think I've spotted a mount wolf king!"
"You sure about that?" Dawson asked anxiously. He was shocked to hear this news, but he was angrier that an extremely valuable asset was seized by the humans.
The worgen scout asked for permission, "Should I take a closer look, sir?"
