Xander Vs Curtis
'... No way...' Xander's thoughts whirled as he saw who... or what was in front of him.
Where Curtis had been, there stood a huge white wolf, almost 3 meters tall despite being on all fours. It's fur was thick and firm, but Xander could see the rippling muscles beneath.
Each of its claws were longer than knives, and its piercing blue eyes locked onto Xander with undeniable coldness, and with every step forward it took, ice spread across the ground, causing the grass to freeze and break apart
Xander quickly drew his sword and entered a stance.
"Curtis, is that you?" He called out, but he didn't drop his guard for a second, keeping his senses trained on the huge wolf completely.
Hearing his name, the wolf—Curtis—halted briefly, which was all the confirmation Xander needed.
He quickly dug through his and the old Xander's memories and soon recalled what he believed had occurred.
