Varyn frowned at the sight before him, slipping the haft of his mace back through its loop at his belt. “Well,” the big wolf murmured, “this is an unusual turn of events. How are you feeling?”
“Strangely enough,” said Kob, stretching to reach over the table, “I feel fine.”
It wasn’t that grand a table; a normal-sized adult would have had no trouble reaching across it for the silver candlestick that now filled Kob’s hand. Nor would that candlestick have been hard for that normal-sized adult to get his or her fingers around. That dissonance was really what hammered home Kob’s current state of affairs.
Even more than Varyn looming over him. Kob was used to that, even if the wolf didn’t normally loom quite so much.