Talk:Werewolf/@comment-26380985-20160207095210/@comment-26295607-20160214041842

I order the men to go on without me and before they can stop me I rush towards the Werewolves in a suicidal (I think) attack that will surely end in my death. As soon as the werewolves see me one of them points and shouts "Fresh Meat!" and with a roar of approval they all start charging towards me. I wait until the one closest to me is in range and then raise my sword up and downward slash only to miss at the last second and be tackled from the side. The she wolf who tackled me wastes no time in taking furious swipes at me gashing my armor and tearing my mail shirt. I know at that moment that I have to do something or else I'm--

"OH FOR THE LOVE OF LUCIAN HONEY TELL IT RIGHT! Tell your daughters how you were a lowely foot sodlier who they decided to sacrifice to us in order to make a clean getaway and how wimpered like a pup when whe all attacked you."

My face flushes as my twelve daugthers all start snickering at me. This is why I don't like to try and tell my pups stories because one of their mothers always has to correct me, though I still think my version sounds better.