บท 948: Hail The Executioner.

He asked Ragnarok. "Why can you use the Doom Chomp?"

Ragnarok was cleaning the blood off his fur by licking it. He didn't stop when he heard the question. 

He replied without looking at Sauron, "I guess you saw that. Of course you did, you have eyes and you are not blind."

That wasn't the answer that Sauron wanted to hear and the way that Ragnarok spoke to him rankled him. He didn't feel an ounce of respect from the shaman of his tribe. Then he remembered the destruction of the totem pole and his displeasure turned into anger. 

He growled at Ragnarok and yelled, "Stop what you're doing and answer me."

Ragnarok stopped licking himself. He turned his head towards Sauron and fixed his golden eyes on the park leader of the Iron Fur pack. Sauron took a step back in fright. It was an involuntary movement that he regretted immediately. It caused his anger to rise further. He stepped forward and closer to Ragnarok. His form and posture became threatening.