Blackbeak Bluff don’t do it, don’t give it up

He continued to regard her carefully, now coming to the realization that he wasn’t entirely certain of the nature of her fall. Perhaps she hadn’t wanted his help after all — perhaps it had been purposeful, as sometimes wolves were capable of such things. She seemed shaken, skeptical; his own gaze narrowed alongside hers and a silence fell between them as they both tried to figure each other out. 

“Ah’m Komodo,” he finally introduced himself, noting how they had both been named after another type of animal. Komodo was a title the brute had given himself, as his family’s tradition stated. When he was just a few months old he had been awe struck by a story of lizards as big as wolves themselves. Dragons, the vagrant had told him as a young man, with a bite than can kill. Komodo had been sold on the idea from the start.  

The young girl seriously did resemble a fawn though, with her trembling nature and tawny hide. “Y’alright?” he questioned succinctly, lowering his hips to the ground and craning his ears forward, visibly reassuring Fawn that she had his attention, and he wouldn’t leave if she didn’t desire it.