Baaljagg, a larger wolf

 

"Baaljagg had a face longer and narrower than the timber wolves the scout recalled seeing in Blackdog Forest. At the shoulder the creature beside him had two, maybe three hands on those formidable northern wolves. Sloping brow, small ears, with canines to challenge those of a lion or a plains board. Broadly muscled, the animal nevertheless had a build suggesting both speed and endurance."

MoI, uk mmpb, p. 306

"Then standing before her, a figure. Cowled, swathed in roughly woven black wool, a hand - wrapped in leather straps, down to the very fingers - reaching out. Warmth. Welcome, a palpable compassion, a single touch to the creature's lowered forehead. The touch, Toc realised, of an Elder God.... and a voice: ' You are the last, now. The very last, and there will be need for you. In time. Thus, I promise that I shall bring to you..a lost spirit. Torn from its flesh. A suitable one, of course. For that reason, my search may be a long one. Patience little one... and in the meantime this gift

(...)

Finally however, the gift had come, the torn soul delivered to her own, where they merged, eventually became one."

MoI UK mmpb, p.308/9

"A massive head slid into view, eyes dully glowing"

MoI, uk mmpb, p.399

"Who has granted the beast this edged gift?" 'A misguided sibling who'd thought he was being kind. Alright, perhaps that was too simplistic an answer. My sibling had found the goddess terribly damaged by the Fall, and needed a warm-blooded place to lay her spirit, so that it could heal. Serendipity. The ay's pack was dead, whilst she herself was too young to survive in normal circumstances. Worse yet, she was the last left on the entire continent.'"

- Lanas Tog to Lady Envy

MoI UK mmpb, p.931