On a role here, and what could be better than some Wolf Waker? Though this time around we find a little bit more about the Wolf Waker’s nebulous past, it’s bears noting that the Wolf Waker enjoys delicate cheeses every now and then.
For centuries, the Wolf Waker had journeyed in solitude. Thousands of lightyears from the lush bosom of the wolf planet. He was the Krylon-4 star system’s most gifted warrior, yet his nights were spent alone huddled in his starship upon a meager buckwheat cushion. Harmonic spear at his side. And each dawn as he awoke from restless slumber to the blinding haze of a white hot intergalactic sun, he would raise his face to the heavens and wonder, “Will I ever know love?”
And so it was that one day a beautiful she-wolf appeared to him, thousands of years his junior. With a delicate snout and coat so subtle, it set the very ions of the Wolf Waker’s synthetic consciousness ablaze. For seven blissful harvests, she shared his buckwheat cushion, and the Wolf Waker at last knew peace in his loins.
But, he knew also that his destiny lay elsewhere, and that he must travel onward without her. Ever onward. In a scorching pillar of fusion flame, deeper and further amongst the distant stars, defending the wolves against sentinent hyperviolent robotic overlords, and waking them when they slept.