Iktome Plains tooth and scale

The single step forward was all that it took for Silaluk to move forward herself, equally interested and contrasting her bored facial expression. Her long-legged gait was a mixture of a lions gait and a bears lumber, graceful and savage and powerful simultaneously. And yet she was lax, her tongue lolling. Someone as unattractive as she could hardly appear inviting, though at the very least she did not appear uninviting. She rounded the other loosely, licking her jowls and encouraging the other to close the distance with a gravelly chuff. Her severe features observed the slimmer ones of Meteora, and there was something distinctly familiar about the other. But it was not something she thought too much on.