'What are you?'
The wolf-man snapped its jaw, snarling and grunting while its dark purple eyes bored into mine. It wouldn't stop struggling, trying its damndest to get free.
'You're wasting your time; the GreenWood Wolves are mindless beasts. What was it, two years ago?' The Uvaaaru officer asked one of its warriors.
Several of them nodded. 'That's about when the overgrown dogs started to roam further south. Though we never knew why.'
'I've met another of their kind, not as maniacal, but Senet didn't seem to have any concept of right or wrong.'
The Uvaaaru officer stepped closer, still watching the idle cannons with dread as if fearing that they might start charging up again at any moment. 'And they never reveal their faces until they're ready to strike.'
Something the Uvaaaru had said brought memories flooding back to me. 'I knew of a GreenWood Pack once, though from what I'd heard, they were mostly peaceful.'
