News that adventurers were coming arrived and he was already feeling that tension that filled him before the hunt. Aldwulf paced the narrow corridor sniffing the air in the darkness. Nothing yet, but soon, soon they would be there, he knew. The queen has announced it and she was never wrong. Aldwulf was in his more humanlike form, a tall man, hairy and strong, he liked this form before the hunt, it helped him to think, his other form, the wild one, the real one, the one that had been born out of the dreams of a forest now destroyed by the axe and the torch, that form was not for thinking or planning, that form was for killing and lusting.<br/><br/>Soon he would don that form and become himself. He would lose himself in that fury. Yes, he would. She was always right, they had to be coming.<br/><br/>That she was always right was a good and a bad thing. It was a bad thing because it meant that she was right when she captured him and forced him to obey her. Gods knew that it should have been otherwise, the dark one that he called "queen" should have fallen to his claw and should have been taken. But she was right when she said that she wielded a power that bound him to her will.<br/><br/>But that she was always right was a good thing too. Because when she said that prey was coming, prey came.<br/><br/>Adwulf waited.