On his head, he wore a wolf's fur coat, including its head, the teeth of which rested on his forehead, giving an even darker aura to his shimmering blood-red eyes, under thick black eyebrows.
A black, shaggy, short beard covered his lower face, under whose chin protruded a long goatee gathered in a thin braid.
The Chief of the Claws Of Fenrir looked much more threatening than all the other warriors Dag had encountered in his life, and the young Master, after a short time, felt the chills running behind his back.
When he finished studying the details of that imposing figure, his eyes fell down, next to the throne, on a large square metal cage, similar to the one used to capture ferocious beasts.
Inside, a naked body covered in blood and wounds was lying face down, turned to the other way.
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