(177) Illusion?
Geth met the wolf's gaze for a while. It almost seemed lifeless.
The fur, its arrogant grin, and even its breathing were intimidating. But in its eyes... there was nothing.
Geth walked toward the Direwolf and placed his hand on its leg. He could feel the soft but greasy fur under his hand.
He turned around and looked toward the edge of the woodline. A dense fog was covering the trees.
He could see nothing but the plain around him. His Skeleton stared forward without moving, almost like an inanimate object.
Geth walked over to where his party had just been fighting the first patrol. While the Weary Wolf wasn't moving, he needed to figure out what was happening.
'Not a single scuff mark?' Geth bent down and looked at the ground, 'What is this? Some kind of illusion?'
He tried to manipulate the mud below him, but nothing happened. Shaking his head, he turned to look at the Weary Wolf again.
When he did, he jumped up in shock!