Shosanna

(I hope you dont mind me popping in!)

It was warm today. The greying skies seemed to envelope the valley, holding in a peculiar spring humidity. His fur felt slick with all tje water that made the air heavy, and, strangely, he felt the urge to bathe. The demon was not usually so attuned to his physical appearance, nor what stench of oil and mud wafted from his body, but today in particular he felt irritation at the density of his greasy fur. It would do him well to clean it for once, and so the beast directed himself towards the creek that bled through the valley's basin, mindful of the pale skies.

He had left the others in his faction to patrol the border as he headed into the heart of the territory. The titan's massive bulk wound without grace through the revealed grasses, almost missing the icy sting of snow on his paws - it kept him alert. A low rumbling accompanied his steps, a natural growl he could not hold back; Raheerah was by no means silent or delicate. And so he felt no need to announce himself to the woman perched by the edge of the creek, content in assuming she would hear him regardless. He moved up to the brook's edge and cast his gaze to his packmate, grunting his greeting before progressing into the current.