“And if we come across Brock’s, we take the time to follow it. I can’t justify letting him pillage and destroy the villages of the wood. With that werewolf in tow, he can finally rule the forest with an iron fist … or perhaps iron jaws would be more fitting.”
“Who is this Brock and why does a werewolf do his bidding?” said Atalanta as they began their ever-upward journey.
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