Lament For a Loaned Wolf

To set a fire and have a little fun,
A simple riddle, little skill to solve,
How quickly fate can find you on the run,
Whatever plans were made start to dissolve,
To run? To hide? Where best to put our skill
When faced with might of magickers arcane?
In desperate times, the Gods will test our will,
And in Hell’s hands, our wolf would be their bane,
By bargain we were saved, but terms so dear
Came soon upon our well-deserved rest,
Our wolf was called to battle, far from here,
For Asmodeus knows to call the best,
And so the three, once four, lie by the road,
To rise at dawn, to claim what they are owed.