The wolf dropped onto all fours, cantering towards us. He came to a dead halt before us, kicking up some dust. He rose on his hind legs again, placing one paw across his mid section and bowing his head.
“Ranulf,” Davincent said in his clear, cold voice.
“Davincent,” the wolf replied gruffly before turning his oddly human yellow eyes on me, “And you are The Fae,”
I nodded shortly, “Supposedly.”
I flinched at the sound of my voice, it suddenly seemed so light, so airy compared to the wolf’s. Ranulf gave a snuffling sound and suddenly dropped on all fours again. With a leap and a bound he was suddenly gone amongst the trees again.
“Funny creatures, Werewolves. Ranulf is incredible in battle though,” Davincent remarked, before leading me back through the door and through some more complex halls. When we came out into a second cavern I was shocked again.
“Fffffffaaaaaaaaaaaaeeeeeee!” old, slightly transparent, decrepid, and smelling of decaying flesh, a Zombie approached me out of the mire within the cavern.