Wilfred was quite satisfied with his life.
He was an ascension ranked mage which, although wasn't the strongest, was also among the higher echelons of the universe. Other than that, he held a very high government position and was respected by many.
He had several mistresses and a huge amount of wealth, so he never lacked entertainment or pleasure. His influence stretched far and wide and he'd subconsciously developed a superiority complex.
He was was close friends with the werewolf commander who was one of the most powerful people within their civilization. In fact, they went way back, and so they knew each other very well.
In short, Wilfred felt that life was good. That was until a few minutes ago, because currently, someone was holding the back on his head and shoving his face into the ground with so much strenght that he couldn't even move his body.
