They stood there, staring at him. Brushing unruly locks from his eyes, he glared back blankly at the strangers.
Three humans and a weird, beardless dwarf stood on his path, delaying him and the Master rudely. They knew his name while he had never met them before. Who were those intruders?
The tall blond man with an incredibly strong magic aura watched him with a sad curiosity. A very lightly dressed, dark haired beauty scowled openly, her eyes as sharp as her wicked daggers. He told them he didn't know them. Another dark haired woman, one with a fine bow, called out his name out tenderly, crying and swearing by the Maker she'd find a way to bring him back.
His Master just stood there, smiling smugly.
He didn't know what she has meant. He wasn't lost, he was standing right there. Why was she crying as if she, herself, had lost something precious? He didn't understand.
The crying woman demanded his Master to release him, promising him revenge, justice for what he had done. He was surprised by her insolence. Who was she to demand things from his Master? A furious, protective growl passed his lips.
His Master just laughed into her face and signaled him. "Bring me their hearts, my little wolf," he said.
Fenris unsheathed his sword and charged forward.