Some time ago I set out to find and tame the mighty Spirit Wolf Skoll. Most laughed at me for bein' a damned fool. Damned fool or not, I refused to quit. Spent days and days trackin' Skoll down. Some days, the cold was so mind numbin' thought I'd curl into a ball o' snow and fade out. Found him once, but didna have the skill to hold him down. Lost him for some time again. But, bein' the stubborn stumpy I am, I refused to back down. So, one afternoon with plenty of firewhiskey in the gut, I set out once again from me camp. Spotted him off the ridgeline and sped there in a flash. Normally, I'd be a smart dwarf and check about for competetion. No, not the damned frosty wyrmkin ye damned ninny! More to the point, other hunters or Horde interlopers! Nope, didn't even stop to think on that one. Fast as me legs could carry, I set me trap to hold him in place. Started the calls and readied. The battle began but it didn'a last long, I got for what I came. That's right, Skoll decided to follow me home!!!
A giant beauty!
Ahh the tales were true, he's one giant of a wolf, ever hungry, every vigilant. He can be a silent stalker if I need, but also a vicious hunter at a moment's notice. More so, curious enough, he seems ta know when ya need a friendly lickin of the wounds. True as true me frinds, the wolf healed me when I took a short bit o' scratchin' when we hunted down a drake.
And ye' thought wolves didn'a get too large...fancy that!
Well, I proved em wrong. But I respect this lightnin' charged beast. I gives him plenty of space when he need it and ne'er take for granted the power he choosed to help with.