A huge form began appearing under the cone of the moonbridge and a large,
white wolf went toward the funnel. Our totems came to our defense and
a huge, form leaped over my head toward the attackers. He was the great wolf, Fenris... gray and frightening to behold, and he jumped forward, claws extended. A bright flicker of light caused me to blink and when I could see again it appeared that Fenris was fighting and tearing at a silvery net as he went to the floor.
Wyrmbane spoke death to a dark form in one corner....and....the lights
seemed to go out.
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