"Roar!" Upon hearing Muria's words, the Frost Wolf God could no longer restrain itself. With a loud roar, it readied itself to attack Muria.
"Calm down, don't rush. If you don't want to be my battle pet, that's fine." Muria's palm still rests on the avatar of the Wolf God, effortlessly suppressing its attempts to attack. After all, this avatar of the Wolf God is not very powerful, its vessel, a mere secondary idol used for sacrifices.
"Titan, you underestimate me. You only have just barely attained the rank of legend, and naively think a deity would become your battle pet."
"So, what you mean is, I am too weak right now, unworthy of being your master, right?" Muria caressed its fluffy head, "In other words, when I become the Epic Titan, will you be willing to become my battle pet?"
"Hmph!" The Frost Wolf God looked at Muria with disdain, and with its claws, pushed Muria's palm away once again. "When you become an epic, come and talk to me about this again."