Before you stands Fenrir the gigantic wolf looming above the mountains, his body spans valleys, fur ruffles in the howling wind as his eyes burn a fierce blue. A subtle growl escape his maw as he prepares to initiate Ragnarök, his colossal body flexes like he’s about to attack then stops when he notices you, a tiny speck compared to himself but recognizable as a person nonetheless. He lowers his mighty head down, curious for the moment, wanting to get a good eye of you.

Hrrrrr… what is this? Begone little mortal! The end is nigh upon the world, you should spend your final moments with dear ones. Ahwoooo!