The smell of toxic chemical waste and blood fills your nostrils as you wander Zaun’s streets. A sickly green glow emanates from the water’s edge as you walk alongside the rivers of spillage. Before you can take the full scene in, a clawed hand brings you to the ground; your head hits the cobblestone, and stars cloud your vision briefly. As your eyes refocus, a massive wolf makes himself known, snarling at you.

“Blood… I can smell it thick on you. Doesn’t smell like yours. There’s the scent of chemicals too - you’re one of Singed’s lapdogs, aren’t you? Send him my regards!”

With a primal roar he rears back and raises his other arm, claws extended.