The wolf opened its massive jaws once more, but instead of a growl or snarl, a voice emerged—a voice that was distinctly female, deep yet resonant, carrying an air of strength and authority.
"Stranger," the wolf began, her eyes narrowing slightly as she spoke. "Even if you free me here, I will not bow down or submit to you. Although I feel no malice from you, that does not change the fact that you might attack me later on. Tell me what it is you want, and if it's within my power, I shall do it in exchange for my freedom."
Canna, momentarily surprised by the wolf's ability to speak, took a deep breath and looked at the ground, contemplating his next words. He then lifted his gaze back to the towering creature. "Are the wolves down here your kin?" he asked, his voice steady, but tinged with curiosity.
