A towering figure sat on a rock on the hillside in front of Hog, with his back to him.
It was one of the Wolf People.
With a slender and robust body and a uniquely stylish tail among the Wolf People, its sitting height was three times that of Hog's—truly a giant amongst werewolves.
The wind passed through this phantasmagoria, lifting the mane of the imposing Wolf Person, making him appear as majestic as a lion.
In comparison, Hog appeared as lowly as a mouse crawling out from the dirt, and even the Blood Claw Chief, who had always been confident due to his cunning intelligence, couldn't help feeling a sense of shame well up inside.
"You're a coward who holds back your fangs though your heart harbors a fierce tiger, come over! Have a word with me."
The giant werewolf, with his back to Hog, said discontentedly.
Hog immediately realized he was not cursed into being here; everything was due to the "summoning" of the individual before him, as for who it was...
