Haunted Wood Build Don’t Burn

The golden wolf, now back in the territory of the Nightwalkers, had goals in mind. Ghidorah knew that he was slacking very much so and noticed a few changes to the pack membership, like the absence of the Tzila girl, who cares. But if he was to measure up to try and rival the brat Warlord than he needed to focus all of his might on improving his dastardly skills with intense training. The man was calculative, deep in thought, he shut the world out for his brain to coordinate what he could do as his next course of action. The giant man was sitting alone, his pelt blazing in the sun and gave off a radiance of power, might, his large muscles were dripping with some sweat since he was under the sun for a little bit.

But, of course, he had to be bothered, and by someone he hasn't met before, of course, there would be new maggots lying around while he was gone. He swiveled his giant ears back to the approaching sound, and as of an instant, his ghost eyes slid towards the stranger that dared called him a friend, a mere waste of space was trying to talk to the equivalent of a God? A dark aura cloaked the golden man, in fact, he bathed in it. The stranger was right behind him, and Ghidorah felt it unpleasant to lay his eyes on such a creature that dare spoke to him, with his pupils contracted in utter annoyance, he loathed him already. But, as soon as he swung his giant head over to the man, there was no anger, no aura, nothing, he put his smiling mask on as if nothing happened looking as pleased as he possibly could.

"Oh!, so you have heard of me?" He purred in greeting as he snaked his body around to face the man with Ghidorah standing as high as he could with his stocky limbs doing all the talking. "I am flattered," he said smoothly and locked his silver eyes onto the males with a small grin to show off his pearly whites, "and who might you be?" The golden titan raised his brows with slight curiosity on his face.