[center][h1]Ribald[/h1][/center]

Are you fucking kidding me. A third one. A THIRD goddamn wolf in this neck of the woods, honestly he wasn't even mad at this point, the gods -both evil and benign- were clearly mocking him. Here he was, a scientist deprived of fresh subjects, literally handed a smorgasbord. And fuck, judging by its size and stature this was a male; Ribald didn't have nearly the firepower nor traps set up to even scratch this guy. If he was lucky Ribald's death would be mostly painless, a wolf would be writhing in a poison induced agony, and Cat, poor, sweet innocent Cat can make a break for it.