... He was surprisingly approaching the current situation. Dobor held the guard's steel spear tightly and, with slightly frightened interest, looked at the creature pinned to the wall. And there was something to see! Thick gray fur, beautifully shimmering in the light of the moon and a few lanterns, a wolf's mouth full of sharp teeth - Dobor believed that there were at least a million of them - strong muscular human hands ending in impressive claws. This was extremely unlikely, but Dobor was almost sure that there were no fewer claws than teeth...