However, just as the humans were organizing themselves, the monsters weren't sitting idly either.
A piercing, feminine cry erupts through the battlefield, forcing the weaker soldiers to loosen their bladders to an embarrassing degree. Hmph! Cowards… Master would never piss himself no matter the gravity of the situation! I declare proudly.
The werewolf females, who had been fiercely arguing with their mates, have now shifted their focus entirely. A group of five women surround the lifeless body of a large male werewolf with fur bristling and eyes filled with tears. "Garrek…" They whisper his name in unison. He had been one of the stronger fighters from what I can remember.
He was definitely high-level, as a monster's size relative to other members of its species depends on their level. To put it simply, a giant werewolf is high-leveled, and a small one is low.
