Ascension of the Primalist [A Tamer Class, LitRPG]

'Can you Identify me?' Nightmare asked as Seth slung his bow over his back and picked up his dagger.

'Really?' Seth tilted his head, a teasing glint in his eye. 'No 'Hey, where'd you run off to? Did you have a good time without me? Did you eat well? Did you get hurt at all?' Just straight to business, huh?'

'You’re alive, I’m alive. We’re both alive,' Nightmare huffed. 'Now hurry up and Identify me.'

'Umm, later,' Seth answered, walking past the direwolf and kneeling beside the undead wolf's carcass. 'Give me a few hours to process that you didn't miss me at all.'

'Oh, come on,' the direwolf retorted, shaking his head. 'I did miss you… a bit.'

Seth paused mid-slice, his dagger poised over the corpse's half-opened chest, then his brows furrowed. 'What? A mighty beast like you missed a mere human?'

Nightmare looked away with clear indignation. 'You’re the worst, you know that?'

Seth chuckled, grabbing the black beaststone within the corpse and yanking it out. 'I'll be sure to remember this next time you ignore me.'

'You should start now,' the direwolf grumbled, plopping down onto his haunches with a loud huff.

Seth stood and walked over, a sly smile tugging at his lips as he ruffled the dark fur on the direwolf`s head and cast Identify. 'There you go, Mister grumpy.'