DXV. The Outpost's Squire
"Thalos, stop! Don't hurt him more!" Dag said again, ordering his wolf not to kill the spy.
Thalos immediately stopped his run and returned beside his master, satisfied.
"Nice, good job..." the young Master continued, stroking his friend on the head and pulling their prey towards him with the dark tentacle.
Judging by his weight, that figure was a hooded man, with a cape so long that entirely covered his clothing.
"Leave me! Let me go, what's wrong with you?!" the spy exclaimed, who confirmed that he was a man from his voice, wriggling his legs and trying to escape unnecessarily from Dag's dark arm grip, which dragged him under his feet.
In a violent gesture, Dag grabbed the man's neck and turned it hard, clinging to his cloak and taking off his hood.
As the dark arm gave up its grip and returned to Dag's back, the bloodied face of the man became visible under the light of a nearby torch and Dag realized that he was a stranger.
"Grrrr!"