Kerva ran in seconds later.

“My lord, truly it was a blessing from the heavens for your timely arrival.”

Uh… it’s like they expect me to participate. I’m not so sure about how I’ll do in a war… better ask about the situation.

“Enemy numbers?”

“Our scouts indicate their numbers to be around four thousand my lord. We currently have two thousand six-hundred troops.”

“So tell me mortal. For what reason are the Hjorn discontent?”

“Y..yes, that is..”

“Do not waste my time.”

“Our chief’s son seems to have had his way with their daughters handmaidens.”

“....” ‘This is stupid. I have to fight in a full scale war because some over-privileged kid couldn’t keep it in his pants?’ 

I better make my way out of here during the confusion.

Kerva runs after me desperately shouting something, but I pay it no heed. 

This isn’t my war to fight. I quickly lose him on the hill and continue on while laughing into the air.

Still laughing, I grind to a stop at the top. I’m met by the sight of thousands charging towards me on horseback. Their bows all nocked and aimed towards my lonesome figure.

‘Shit shit shit shit shit shit.’ I started sweating. ‘Haaalllllllllpppppp!!’ I scream in my mind verging on tears.

Never fear! Fenrir’s here!

“Fenrir!” I scream in my delusional joy. 

I can see him, and not the rock. It’s a giant silhouette of a wolf projected behind me. 

As he howls I quickly follow suit. Glad that at least one person(wolf) stands beside me.

Now, are you ready?! For the greatest hunt in our lives?! -Fenrir

I howl in confirmation and quickly follow him in his charge. On all fours the ground passes by dizzyingly fast. Each stride taking me ever closer to the charging army.

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As we collide I witness a marvelous event. Fenrir’s shadow claws and tears at my enemies. Their bodies flying several meters through the air, and crunching in his jaws.

“GrahhHHH!” Sounds of terror rise from the mass of Hjorns. “M-m..ommy..”

I’m following Fenrir’s lead, swatting full grown men into the air with a feral grin splayed wide over my face. Sinking my teeth into many necks and twisting as to leave gaping holes with broken necks.

I hear the sound of a second army coming from behind me.

“AHHHHHHH-” they begin to shout, but the Vrakians immediately stop their charge upon seeing the carnage.

A new cry rises from the army however. “TEKKEIT! TEKKEIT! TEKKEIT! TEKKEIT! TEKKEIT!”

My blood rises and boils at their chant, and my limbs disappear in a flurry as each strike cleanly beheads anyone in range. 

I stand upright and unleash a glorious howl as fountains of blood rise from headless stumps.

The Hjorns immediately lose their will and lay down their weapons. Groveling before me, their self-appointed god.

A meeting is convened on the spot. The chieftains from both clan Vrak and Hjorn make their way towards me. Both make haste to kneel should they anger me.

I feel Fenrir nudging me in my head.

Hey pal, you should let these punks know just who owns this land.

‘How should I do that?’

Just say this…

“I, Tekkeit lord of the hunt, hereby claim dominion over all of Tranuja!”

A resounding roar rises from everyone present as preparations are made with haste. 

All of the tents are taken down and rolled up. Everyone mounts their shaggy horses, and the chieftains take point to guide this mighty procession.

The only one without a mount is me, but that matters not as I’m able to keep up with the horses with relative ease. Running on all fours I howl at the beautiful moon. Followed by a contingent twenty thousand strong.

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This story is more of a test than anything. Just spontaneous writing.