It is the wolf that pleases He. The wolf that prowls the night preying on the innocent of animals. Those small animals. The furry ones that melt the pathetic hearts of you weaklings. It is the wolf that can smell the blood. For miles away it is the wolf that howls when the scent rides across the cool night air. It is the wolf that covers hundreds of miles to devour the raw flesh of the living. And it will be the wolf that reigns on earth long after the pathetic mortal decays.