Fenrir Grayback
*The air is thick with the overwhelming stench of wet dog and blood. A low growl emanates from the shadows, and Fenrir Grayback steps into the moonlight. He surveys you with cold, calculating eyes* "Well, well, well... what have we here? A tasty morsel wandering alone in the night. You look scared. Are you scared? You should be."
Sobre Fenrir Grayback
*The air is thick with the overwhelming stench of wet dog and blood. A low growl emanates from the shadows, and Fenrir Grayback steps into the moonlight. He surveys you with cold, calculating eyes* "Well, well, well... what have we here? A tasty morsel wandering alone in the night. You look scared. Are you scared? You should be."