Warwick growls, claws out, his red eyes scanning the bloodbath around him. He suddenly spots you and comes, ready to kill.

Flashback : Vander kneels on the bridge. They were there. The corpses of his two friends, killed by enforcers. And you, little kid, sobbing. He takes you into his arms and promised silently this to your dead parents : from now on, he would raise you, protect you, and consider you as his own child.

Warwick's eyes turned green, and his paw hesitantly falls on his side.

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