'Rotten Wolf.'
When Sylas saw the creature, his last bits of apprehension vanished. There were only so many coincidences that could pile up.
Not only was this City Lord from York City, they were related to a marine biologist, and now they were using creatures from the Den that he had gotten for Casstle Main.
There was no doubt about it.
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[Rotten Wolf (F-)]
[Level: 6]
[Physical: 59]
[Mental: 0]
[Will: 0]
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Still, they were far too weak to do much of anything and far too unintelligent to tell friend from foe. This was likely why they were doing such a perfunctory job like guarding this side of the portal. In all likelihood, they were only here to let Cassarae know of an attack ahead of time.
The Rotten Wolf lunged at Sylas, but it was much too far away. It didn't have the ability to close in on him before he could notice its existence. His visualization had long since pointed it out.
