Finn and Chen Motong looked at each other.
Those two tails were wagging like rattles, practically begging to be petted.
Caesar had this hidden trait too? An affinity for animals?
But they were wolves, not dogs. Even if they looked like a Husky and a Samoyed, they were still Greedy Wolf and Hungry Wolf, Odin's wolves from Norse Mythology—ferocious beasts capable of swallowing heaven and devouring the sun. Shouldn't they be tearing the three of them apart for a midnight snack? Why were they wagging their tails instead?
Neither of them dared move.
Forget Odin, whose very entrance had been overflowing with intimidating presence. Those two enormous wolves alone, each the size of a polar bear, would be more than enough to handle if a fight broke out.
Then—adapt to all changes by remaining unchanged.
They would see what the other side was really after.
As Caesar watched the two giant wolves desperately trying to ingratiate themselves with him, a strange sense of familiarity suddenly welled up inside him.
He remembered the pet dogs he had kept as a child.
A Husky and a Samoyed. He had been very young then, and the two dogs had still been fluffy little balls of fur. Every day, they had chased after his heels, and at night they had insisted on squeezing onto his bed. Later, that bastard Pompeii had said he needed some damned "emperor-style training" and taken them away. Caesar had never known where they were taken, nor what became of them.
He only thought of them occasionally.
Right, what had their names been?
It seemed they were—Geri and Freki.
That was right. Those were the names. Exactly the same as the two wolves beneath Odin in Norse Mythology.
There had been a statue of Odin in his home back then.