Cedar Sweep That’s the way everyday goes

The Grandmaster is enjoying the serenity of the bigger picture. His auds shifting atop his crown every so often to keep aware of his surroundings but aside from that he’s beginning to make himself comfortable. Though as he continues to bow down to drink from this waterfall a blur out of the corner of his left eye catches his attention.

He quick to investigate, snapping his head in the direction it comes from and seeing another wolf. Or dog? Whatever it is it’s definitely part dog there’s no mistaking that. Yet the most peculiar part is that they don’t even seem to be aware of his hulking presence. 

So with water dripping from his chin, he stands to his massive height. The muscles beneath his brindled pelt shifting as he makes a show of padding towards this stranger. 

“And who might you be?” He asks in a low, casual hum. The wind finally beginning to bring their scent to him and now he realizes that this they is a she. It only makes him that much more excited. So he stands in all his glory with a small yet confident smile on his maw awaiting an answer.