Silverlight Terrace came across a cosmic serpent with hands woven into his hair

It was rare for Behemoth to like someone but...this kid was something else. He didn't speak — didn't wasn't any breath — like most felt compelled to do. Filling the air with empty words. While Behemoth had started the conversation, he did not mind it ending at his starter. He allowed the boy to puff up like some grand king. A smirk tugging on his lips. Perhaps somewhere deep in his eyes was a fondness. Whoever was raising him had been doing a good job.

When the boy drew close, Behemoth puffed up his own stance. Tail danced upward but not fully erect and his hackles fluffed enough to thicken his teenage appearance. His head lowered and tilted to sniff back at the boy in return.

He offered a gentle click of teeth to the air but not in his usually violent way. Instead it was a bit softer and he could only hope what he was trying to teach the boy was soaking through.

Be careful.