The father of wolves meets the charge head on, and the two go tumbling across the yard. They crash into the building, leaving a swathe of destruction that takes out kitchen, living room, and even the bedchambers of one particularly beloved tiny mortal, before the wolf regains solid footing.
"This is not your world, bear-sark! What place is there for you here? Come home with the other monsters...." A blood-scented roar issues forth, seeming to hammer at Halbjorn's blood-soaked mind more than his ears.
And the beast is no more. As the sun sets, there is no hair, nor blood, nor any trace of the monster. The berserker is left standing alone in the wreckage, little flames licking here and there from the damage to the kitchen. A stuffed Super Buddies doll lies under his heel.
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