The creature's boney hands snap shut around the dead elk's neck, and he starts to haul it roughly back in the direction of his den.

His tail lashing in anticipation as he approaches, the thought of seeing you again making the wolf monster practically tremble.

It was never affectionate. Maybe it was just the thought of being in your presence.

Its antlers rake against the rocky roof of the cave as he heads down the tunnel, opening up into a small cavern. He let's out a loud snarl of greeting as if to announce his dark presence to his unwilling charge.