Erik laughed at the Severos's misunderstanding.
"I say brother, he is actually a dwarf. One that does not like anyone other than myself, so I must regrettably decline your offer. Perhaps if you think you can convince him, be my guest, though don't be surprised if you find a hammer thrown at you."
Looking at the wolf, he thought about trying to pet it before reconsidering, noting its already tense personality.
"I have always had a fondness for forest creatures. The loyalty of a wolf is second only to that of a dwarf I have found."
He chuckled at his memories with Thromgin, the stubborn man always sticking by his side no matter how they had fought.

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