Caddel slowly opened his eyes with a soft groan, his body ached all over. He slowly shifted and pushed himself into all fours as he looked around. He didn’t know where he was. He started walking.

He was a black dire wolf with a white circle on his neck and white dots on him that seemed to move. Hainpelt seem to grow brighter or go dimmer based on what he was feeling…he didn’t understand what was happening. He also noticed he had a crown on his head and he shook his head to dislodge it but it didn’t budge. Caddel sighed and continued walking. He was extremely weak from being starved in that prisoner camp he was held in, he was practically skin and bones. Anyone could see he was starved and dehydrated.

Caddells legs suddenly
Gave out and he collapsed to t he ground panting. He could smell others and he let out a weak howl before his head sank to the ground weakly.