Victory at All Costs, Part 1
Before me was a patchwork wolf larger and lordlier than any of the beasts we'd been fighting. Seriously, standing past two meters, this thing was nearly double the size of the gray wolf that Red Beard killed. No wonder it had ripped through half my body in a single bite the last time we'd met.
Bristling patchwork fur of reds and grays and blacks covered muscles that would have made an ogre seem like a lightweight by comparison. Its jaws were filled with sword-sized fangs that I could still recall clamping down on my chest like a phantom pain refusing to go away.
"Vargr," I shook my head to keep that imagery of dying out of my mind, "what big teeth you have…"
The only part of the monster that resembled the human it had once been was the pair of all-too-human blue eyes. They blazed at me with uncontained rage and malice.
"And what big eyes you have," I added.
"Are you quoting Red Riding Hood right now?" Liara asked.