Haunted Wood New Kid on the Block

Like Tzila, Vengeance was on the prowl. Silently the leviathan stalked his woods, ever watchful for any movement of an unwelcomed guest who decided to test their luck and grab a morsel from the caches of the Nightwalkers within. It was either brave or stupid and the Warlord couldn't quite decide which of the two they were. He moved like the mist, careful of his footfalls to not make too much of a sound despite his girth and looming stench that stained the air no matter where he went. 

On his patrol a couple of voices echoed through the woods, rebounding off the trunks and alerting the Warlord to someone new speaking with Tzila... their muffled words only giving him the faint image of who it was according to their tones and vocals. Curious, he turned to his new path as the goliath made his way toward the meeting of the minds. 

Just as the two began their little spar, he arrived. Emerging from the shadows and mist, the emperor of the haunted woods appeared. Without a word or a sound, he sat on the perimeter of their arena. Lowering himself onto his haunches in a smooth motion while the plume behind him curled along the ground. He would watch them both, Tzila included and study their abilities, their tactics. For now, the two seemed to be having a friendly spar, but should things turn sour... he would join the fray in a heartbeat to defend Tzila from the gold giant.