Stalking through the shadowy Dungeon, Asari the giant wolf jumper was amazed by his new body. He ran effortlessly across the ceiling, clinging to the stones. Distant sounds brushed against his body, the vibrations tickling the hairs along his legs before his sharp ears detected the noise.

His vision was interesting, to say the least. His small eyes saw in every direction at once, so nothing could sneak up on him, but their vision was simple and indistinct, focused mainly on movement. His large eyes, on the other hand, saw what was in front of him in intense color and vivid detail.

His wolf nose caught scents hours, even days old, layers of sweat and blood, leather and metal, slime and scales, Delver and monster wandering this dark maze together. He froze, nose quivering as a fresh scent wafted up from the floor. Goblin. More than one of them. Not what he was looking for. Asari opened his map to plot a course away from the grubby little monsters, but something caught his eye.

Among the four dark green dots on his map was a pulsing, pale blue dot, and it looked like the blue dot was getting its ass kicked. Again, not what he was looking for. He wasn’t some hero, rushing off to rescue foolish Delvers. He was a predator, his hunger the only thing that mattered.

Of course, a wounded and exhausted Delver would be much easier prey. They might even lose consciousness. It wouldn’t get much easier than that. His mandibles clicking in anticipation, he scuttled through the passages and charged into the chamber, his lips drawn back from his fangs as he snarled.

The four goblins took one look at him and bolted in the opposite direction. Of course, so did the human, a panicked scream escaping his lips as Asari pounced, grabbing hold of the young man’s leg in his short, strong pedipalps, the two small appendages on either side of his mouth. He raised his first set of legs, ready to ward off an attack, but the man had neither sword nor bow nor staff. What was this guy doing in the Dungeon unarmed? Did he get lost, wander in off the street? His bad luck.

With a sharp jerk, Asari pulled the man’s legs out from under him, sending him sprawling on the stone floor. Reaching back behind his balls, Asari grabbed …