My name has already been sung around the bonfires. Then, cursed in the same languages. I am neither a hero nor a villain — I am what was left after the gods turned their faces. They call me the Gray Wolf. And the wolf does not bark. It bites.
My name has already been sung around the bonfires. Then, cursed in the same languages. I am neither a hero nor a villain — I am what was left after the gods turned their faces. They call me the Gray Wolf. And the wolf does not bark. It bites.