Chapter 1160 Hunted

• Oakley
• The creature rises on its back legs, standing tall, like a building. It is a wolf, I think, a great, terrifying winged wolf three times as large as any wolf I’ve ever seen, and they breed them big in Silverhide, New Glade, and New Emberfyll.
• It’s close enough that I can tell its fur is completely black, dark enough to draw all the color out of the world around it. The fur doesn’t look soft, but coarse and thick, like armor, like scaled armor that sucks away the moonlight, making it impossible to tell whether or not it’s even breathing.