POV: Unknown
The fetid smell of the rogue wolves assaulted my senses before I saw them. Two entered the cave's entrance. They looked around timidly before slinking forward.
"Dè an naidheachd a bheir thu?" (What news do you bring?"
Confused, they looked at one another. I had deliberately used my native tongue. Confusion and chaos are my favorite situations.
"What news do you bring?" I asked in English.
"Master, we are the only ones left. The others were burned by dragon fire." The larger of the two whimpered.
"Imbeciles!" I roared with fury. Snatching the horrible beast, I ripped his hind legs off and threw them behind me. The beast howled in pain as I continued to tear his limbs off, but my blood lust was not satiated. During my fury, the other rogue had turned tail and run. I st
