Sheepeater Cliff foglet

to be more clear: he traveled to the cliffs beneath the fog, not in them :)

stigmata, having both heard and smelled the hybrid's approach long before he was finally noticed himself, snarled back as she threatened him with her growl. the audacity! to raise her voice at him - as if he had invaded her space - and without an air of an apology was blasphemous. "back off," the warhound commanded, once and irrefutable, without needing to shout. his eyes bulged, and lips trembled, as steam seemed to pool from his every pore; a dangerous ripple traveling down his long spine; and a mad gleam to his offended and wicked stance that begged her next step be tread carefully about this uncoiled basilisk.