Lifting wolf

The thing was huge. The biggest fenrisian wolves grew to be the size of battle tanks. This pet of the Erlking's was slightly more modest than they, stretching four meters nose to rump. Russ stared at its belly, flexing with the slow breaths of sleep. It was not going to be easy, no matter how simple the task was.
'A wolf of that size should be no trouble at all for the mighty Leman Russ," said the Erlking.'If you can but move him, you will triumph. Careful now, your chances dwindle.'
Russ grunted. He wiped his hands again, then shoved them under the belly of the wolf.
Fur enveloped him. It was as soft as a woman's breath, warm a spring day. He pushed under the beast until his forearms were completely beneath it, and shoved.
Asleep, the wolf was a deadweight, as heavy and boneless as a water resupply sac for a void ship. Russ could not move it at all.
He tried again. His face reddened. A grunt of effort escaped his lips. If this were a mortal wolf, he would have been able to heave the thing onto his shoulders and shift it without breaking a sweat.

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