Gunnar is assailed by the howl and it goes deep into his core, his hands loosed, and he was about to turn tail and run, leaving all notions of honor, family, behind.

But then the beast charged, and was slain, his dishonor covered up by a momentary lax of focus.

He gritted his teeth, tightened his grip, and moved onwards, silent as a spectre, and as angry as one too.