Hoshor Plains tsujigiri

ur good!

a blonde man, mangled by nature, parts the grass of the meadows. masa sees it from the corner of his eyes, and quickly makes haste.

he does not come baring his fangs, but he returned the rumble with his own.
are you passing? you are very close to yellowstone's borders. any further and i will have to escort you.
his voice, stern but collected, breaks through the wind with its might so that the stranger may hear it.