Ravensblood Forest standing waves

a crass chuckle comes from the lanky beast; posture dipping into a threatening slither as he moves past meredith and into the space of the captain, one large paw after another. flame-bright eyes narrowed, corners of his mouth curled into a wicked grin of stained teeth.

ye wantin’ t’ fight me, captain? he drawls. eyes flashing with amusement, scouring over the much smaller man.

he's close now and expects the unexpected, but he don't take nox for much of a threat; shoulders squaring up. his tail swaying lazily behind him. i’ll warn ye now, captain—i don’t fight fair.

a growl underscoring his words. go on. make yer move. let’s see what kinda man’s runnin’ this little patch o’ dirt.