The Tangle She will be mine

Birds flew above Ruin, squawking loudly, seeming to come from the tangled woods behind him. His large head turned slowly, uncaring if what caused the rats with wings to flee would cause him harm or not. He is usually without fear. His size and demeanor is a deterrent in and of itself in most cases. 

His nose worked through scents on the wind; birds, rodents, dirt, flowers, and something…masculine. Usually he would bristle at this—how dare a male try to sneak up on him? Keeping his ultimate plan at the forefront, he remained calm and unassuming; his body remained loose and welcoming. 

Time to shine.