"In the backwash of Fennario, the black and bloody mire,
The Dire Wolf collects his dues, while the boys sing 'round the fire."

"Like wolves, crying out, shouting, lifting their fists, they ran behind us as we made our way toward the wharves. Then the rock fell among us, and another."


Marauders of Gor p. 49

Lo, there do I see my father
Lo, there do I see my mother, my sisters and my brothers
Lo, there do I see the line of my people back to the beginning.
Lo, they do call to me. They bid me take my place among them in the halls of Valhalla
Where the brave may live forever.