Lex felt It observing him, but he didn't do much to stop it. Instead, he allowed Fenrir to stretch its legs a bit. As new wraiths emerged from beneath the glacier, Fenrir readied its attack.
The two fields it excelled in were stealth and ice, so fighting atop a glacier was like giving it a home advantage. The inheritance he had gotten was almost as if it was tailor made for him, perfectly blending those two elements and creating something extremely sinister.
But that inheritance was actually for a race called the Polar Scythe race, which meant that no matter what, Fenrir wouldn't be able to display its peak strength. That, however, was a concern for later. For now, it was more than sufficient for him.
Fenrir pounced, and it was as if his entire body turned into snow, mixing with the blowing wind and disappearing. Even Lex, who sat upon Fenrir's back, seemed to have disappeared. Yet Fenrir was not truly gone, as became evident soon enough.
