Neverwinter Forest my shell is hard, my hooks are steel

Eventually the boy whirled around and Behemoth halted any further movement. Yellow eyes stood out in the darkness as they stayed trained on him. He was young too and awfully close to the place he had found the last boy. It was either a wild coincidence or he had just found Precious Son #2.

Like every other creature he had crept after, Behemoth moved forward. He exposed himself for the other to finally see. His stance was tall and strong but not inherently threatening. The ebony male stayed silent this time around. Perhaps his finally revealed presence would decide which way this little meeting would go.