Sunspire Mountains bad girls do it well

His skin had begun to itch. The cold made it dry, and uncomfortable; it was difficult to find relief in the frigid weather, that sapped all moisture from its air. Each breath taken was accompanied by a low roiling growl, a heavy grunt akin to a bear that just ran miles. Finally, he leaned back onto his haunches and raised a hind leg, scratching relentlessly at a patch of exposed skin on his neck. It may not have done well to improve his look of intimidation, but Raheerah had little use for looks. He could prove ferocity well enough in a fight.

She appeared somewhat confused by his statement. He looked her over, and found himself agreeing; she was somewhat paltry in form. But perhaps her job had not been to take him down, merely to spy. The beast remained silent, clearly not so accepting of her doubt. Not until she added on that her fondness of the plateau wolves was dwindled. That was something he could find himself in agreement with. "Aand how could I trust yoouu?" He snorted, placing his hind leg back on the ground with a shake of his heavy, oily fur. "Haave they wroonged yoouu?" The beast added with mild interest and curiosity. For now, his uncertainty and hostility towards her was set aside in favor of this new information.