Snippet #1374005

Lykos walked the hall of the castle in his favorite form. A noble young man, but with of course, ears and a tail.
He favored this guise because it closley resembled his old body. His tail wagged back and forth, looking for something to do.
He had grown quite bored, for not much news had come ine about the Resistance.

Fools., he thought. No one can stop the Queen.
The Queen. A topic the Wolf felt quite strongly about. She earned his respect, for the simple fact the she was the only being that scared him.
Sometime, Lykos felt that she would be able to turn a man to ice with her glare.

His ears twitched as he heard the clicking of hooves and heels.
Quickly, the wolf walked over to see Little Miss Lox with her newest servant, a nervous old goat.

Lykos walked up to them, grinning slightly and showing his sharp teeth. His tail wagged as he saw the goat's eyes widen with panic.
"Good mourning, Miss Lox."