2016 · asmodee
Conan, scrambling up, saw the man lying dead with his throat torn out, and a great gray wolf stood over him, head sunk as it smelt the blood that formed a pool on the grass.
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She called to the wolf and it trotted to her side like a great dog and rubbed its giant shoulder against her knee, while it gazed at Conan with great green lambent eyes. Absently she laid her hand upon its mighty neck, and so the two stood regarding the king of Aquilonia.
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The great wolf drowsed beside her, facing the fire, his huge head sunk on his paws, his ears twitching in his dreams.
— Robert E. Howard, The Hour of the Dragon
