Felltree Marsh the reds are coming

Malacath. 

It is a name unlike any he has heard in recent memory. It sounds like a name befitting a warrior. He feels that this is deserved. If Ratio could know what the mind of this stranger held, the alien insanity it housed, he would have felt his skin crawl. He would have wanted to put the man down, to end the sickness. As it were, Ratio was pleased by the attention and gave his own in return. He was interested, his nose had told him the man had a pack but he wondered how loyal he was. Could he tempt him to the Rise? Was that even his place?

The man began to circle him and Ratio watched him. He was still confident enough to remain neutral but not foolish enough to drop his gaze while the man walked behind and around him. He did not feel that he would need to defend himself suddenly but though he reminded Ratio of Prophet, he was extremely aware that this was not his Berserkr. 

"Do you fight, Ratio?"

Words that may have been a threat to others, thrilled the black male. His expression visibly shifted into bright interest, his eyes flashing with withheld excitement. "Of course." he rumbled. "Do you, as well?" Would they spar? As he had with Prophet? Ratio was excited at the prospect of meeting teeth with someone new.