That night, Grand Marshal Huggesen, who rushed back all the way, finally returned to Moss Valley on the voodoo bipedal dragon of the Split Claw Clan before the divine selection ritual of The Master of Hunting began.
Just as it rode its black-red Throne Wolf named "Death Claw" away from the landing point, it was greeted by Lord Manson, expressionless, waiting ahead at the fork in the road, accompanied by two teams of hunting elects from the Blood Scar Clan.
These specially identified Wolf People were all silver rank, wearing armor adorned with the leather and bones of Thunder Lizards, wielding weapons flickering with corruptive power, each larger than regular elite Barbarian Soldiers by two sizes.
"A Big Guy" would absolutely suffice to describe them.
