Firestone Hot Springs Talgar

Nazair visibly recoiled at this absurd creature’s sound. His eyes grew wide with shock. He stood rigid and tall, though not immediately imposing in posture. This thing was most closely related to a Muppet, if only Nazair knew what a Muppet was. It must have been fabricated - someone’s memory of a wolf… poorly constructed from the mind of a dazed and lost fool. 

Okay… he muttered with a wary stare at the other animal. 

Are you some kinda wolf? Your dad a deer? Or… a lizard. Or… something. The young man was not even certain it could speak properly. The only attempt had been something like the noise an eldritch horror might make when exposed to the light of day.