[It's getting sluggish in any case. Prone to cuddle and exert less effort it is now sitting there with a soft pant and when patted the Sans height sized wolf will plop down onto its side and wait for something else to happen.]

Seeing how these gods have already taken someone dear to me and made an image of them into a monster that was bent on absorbing me into its body? You'll forgive me if I occasionally consider what dark thoughts and sense of humor they can spawn next. [Ironic even seeing as the Earl and his kind made monsters out of souls that walked in human skins and mimicked them.] It shouldn't have been able to touch me at all and yet it was fully capable of devouring me completely.