Wolves of the Legion
“Lt. Commander Flinthammer, you’re here! And you’ve brought … your husband.”
“Always glad to get back to Dun Baldar. It’s been too long since we’ve been here.”
“Always a pleasure to have you back, Lt. Commander. We reached out because our forces in Alterac Valley have recently captured some adolescent frost wolves and were able to train them to take Alliance riders. Given your achievements here, we thought it only fitting you have the first pick.”
“Of these two?”
“Ah’ll take the frisky one!”
“Er, Knight-Commander Flinthammer, the frost wolves are a reward for the Lt. Commander. One of them, at any rate.”
“Look, he likes me beef jerky!”
“You have a beef jerky pocket?”
“The question Ah have, stable master, is why ye donnae have one.”
“Thank you, stable master, these wolves will be put to good use in the battles in Kul Tiras and Zandalar.”
“But …”
“Ah’m gonna name mine Coldbrew! That’s yer name now, boy, isn’t it? Aye, it is!”