“He pushed his way between them with his burly frame and forced her to stand in the cold with him. He flipped the long, silver dagger so its worn handle faced her. “Take your claw, pup,” he growled.
This was called White Fang, a blade almost as legendary as the hunter who owned it. It had been long told in the village that as a youth, Wolfsbane had destroyed an entire pack on his own, thus earning his name.”
-Wolfsbane’s Daughter, A Wylder Tale Novella