Chapter 501: How He Did So
Tala, Rane, and Terry sat next to the physical manifestation of Anatalis, god-beast of the Pack and Lord of the Northern Forest - northern from the gated-human perspective.
As they were traveling out and away from the cycling cities, Tala was trying to reframe her understanding of various things like that.
Rane’s acceptance of the opportunity to test himself against the Pack’s current sireling—whom Tala had faced years earlier—still hung in the air, along with the magical signatures of more than fifty giant wolves who were now looking down on the arena in which their group rested.
Well, he didn’t waste any time.
-Well, of course not. He’s excited to clash with an opponent he saw you fight. That doesn’t get to happen very often.-
That’s… fair. She really couldn’t fault his eagerness.
Anatalis had a lupine—very predatory—grin across his face as his guests looked around at the surrounding creatures.
In that moment, Tala had a realization. If the sirelings take a hundred years to mature, and the Pack only has one at a time, just the wolves here represent more than five thousand years of Anatalis’ life and consistent growth in power—even if just by the expansion of his Pack—and this is likely not all of them. Though it is most likely the majority.
-It also explains why no one has seen him as a specific threat, not yet at least.-