These lands are filled with that type. Strange wolves. It is not very clear to me if they really believe themselves demons and angels with the powers of such or if it is only a name for their family. Like the Fox. It is a popular family name for those of Amir's family. They have their legs colored in a darker or lighter tone and a bushy tail, it is usually their characteristics. But one thing that makes them different is that they never, absolutely never give up. Most of them had been kings and queens. They became a legend. Not because of themselves, but because of me. One. Just one of them tried to take my crown, calling me unfit of my throne. Alone, he almost took me down. Story for another time...

This wolf raised his head and answered me. He called himself a demon and with a shrug I just looked at him. He asked me back just as quick and I was happy to reply.

- Zeus. God of gods.

I do not care if he believes or not or what he says in turn. I already accepted that none of the mortals here will ever recognize their creator. But they will hear my name. Many times and they will, oh they will worship me in one way or another.

Now this wolf here. I have no idea why he is standing in the middle of a clearing, just waiting for something. What really called my attention was his scent. But. I think I might not need to give him a bite.