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Worgs and winter wolves upend traditional notions of
domestication. Taking inspiration
from Tolkien’s wargs, worgs bear goblin riders but are often the ones in charge. (Worgs in the service of hobgoblins or
orcs get less leeway, but even then it’s likely a constant push/pull battle for
pack dominance.)
And winter wolves don’t even pretend to think of themselves
as anything but superior to humanoids…until they run into one powerful enough
to bring them to heel. Frost
giants are an exception—winter wolves willingly heed them, in some cases
because the frost giant is so powerful, in others simply because aiding a frost
giant is a far more comfortable, fattening life than hunting in the wild (not
that any winter wolf would ever admit that to himself).
Both worg species speak as well. It’s bad enough to be hunted by predators, but to hear the
pack coordinating, closing in, and making ready for the kill in a language you
understand must be a truly hope-extinguishing experience.
Chief Pustongue is
terrified of his worg steed.
In fact, the worgs have been ruling the goblin clan in all but name for
months. During raids, he has begun
discreetly dropping fake ransom notes and terribly spelled letters from a
“damsel in dis dress,” all in the hope of attracting adventurers who will deal
with the worgs.
Winter wolves hunt
and harry an adventuring party through the snow, turning them this way and
that. The chase appears random,
but the wolves are actually steering the adventurers toward a specific mountain
pool that remains mysteriously ice-free.
There the winter wolves’ ally, a rusalka, waits to claim her prizes. Her
lair may contain fey tokens or other bits of faerie magic beneficial to the
wolves.
The party druid
adopts a wolf pup as a companion…but several growth spurts later, it is
clear he has a worg on his hands.
Will the canine remain loyal, or is the breed simply too bloodthirsty to
be redeemed? Meanwhile, the other
members of the party find that having a talking worg in their midst makes civil
conversation and negotiation almost impossible—comments like “He smells of
weakness and pigeon-fear” come off as demeaning somehow.
—Pathfinder Bestiary
280
If you’re into winter wolves, Cities of Golarion and Pathfinder
Adventure Path #68: The Shackled Hut introduced the Howlings, a district of
Whitethrone where winter wolves can take human shape. The Shackled Hut
also has Russ Taylor’s “Ecology of the Winter Wolf” to boot, making it
must-read if you’re a fan of these wicked creatures.
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