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Skáld had been patrolling, in the opposite direction, when he caught sight of the monochromatic man as he approached. For some reason, there was something about the man's countenance that Skáld found intimidating. Perhaps it was his size, but there was something else; the air of mysticism about him that made him something that Skáld did not understand. From what he knew the man was something called a 'seer,' though he was not sure exactly what that meant, and the unknown was frightening. 

Still, he could not be avoided, and it was with a sheepish wave of his tail that Skáld greeted the man, and a congenial nod of his head. Secretly, he hoped they could simply keep going, though he knew he should not avoid one of his own packmates.