Storm Watch Butte A Band of Demons Joined in and it Sounded Something Like This

Ransem's descent is swift down the butte's sheer slope, a volley of loose pebbles clattering down the stone in his wake. Wide paws hit the earth and goldcoin eyes land upon the interloper. His lips peel to flash his teeth towards the blighted man. A reminder if he should misbehave.

Be grateful then, for he is willing to spare you a word.

Ransem parted from the butte's wall, the route up the rock formation free for the stranger to ascend. In turn, Ransem would circle the man and shepherd him upwards. Ransem would keep several paces back to avoid touching the manged man wherever he could.