‘But some strange things appear from time to time?’ Atlon pressed.
‘So I’ve heard,’ Heirn replied hastily, waving his hand as if to be free of the subject. ‘I’ve also heard that the Kyrosdyn breed their own fighting animals; perhaps this thing was one of them. What’s a Serwulf anyway?’
‘Until now I’d thought it was just a memory,’ Atlon replied grimly. He glanced at Dvolci. ‘But we know there are creatures in the depths that have been long gone from the daylight.’ He stared out at the sunlit square. ‘At the time of the First Coming, when His true nature was revealed and the wars started, He had all manner of creatures fighting with His armies — creatures that he had created. The Serwulf was supposed to be one of the worst, the peak of His achievement as it were. Part wild dog, part boar,
