Page 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 Wraith was a blur, erupting from the shadows in a silver streak that crashed into the night elf like a stone from a catapult. Golden eyes blazed with feral anger, and his huge teeth lodged themselves into the thigh of his prey. The elf cried out in alarm and slashed downwards, but the strike was not likely to break the vice-grip of the wolf's jaws. The hunter grinned and dropped his posture low, leaning on his knuckles and hunching down, like an ape. With a bellow that echoed the screech of a primate, Kormok barreled into his foe again. She broke down into sobs again.