Standing still, Ulric's eyes narrowed as he stared at the beast up ahead, now fully revealed before him.
Towering over seven metres, a blood-red wolf came into sight. With every step it took, the monstrous muscles packed across its frame rippled faintly, almost like refined steel.
Ominous bloody eyes flickered from its massive head, its maw opening to reveal a set of razor sharp teeth.
Reeking with a strong scent of blood.
Over its patchy red fur, runes and sigils intertwined in a mystical formation, signalling its bloodline.
Glowing faintly with a red sheen.
If he had to guess, based on its name, he supposed its bloodline was related to blood.
That couldn't be any good.
Crimson spikes jutted from its spine in a menacing display, pulsing with an eerie light.
Extending all the way back to its tail, where it flattened to form a serrated red blade with dark lines.
