Deepwood Weald Boss Monsters

Collision steered himself between trees and maneuvered the forest at a relaxed pace. His pace would slow as the scent became more clear and eventually he would stop again as the rumble of a grown had been heard. Had he impeded on some task had hand? He wasn't sure, but it didn't take much longer for him to figure the scent was both masculine and alone. Perhaps he felt as initially threatened as collision had. 

 He rounded a final tree and his eyes found the colorless figure of a disfigured male. Collision's eyes found the would before they recognized much else. His eyes focused in on the fellow predator and he spoke, "Down boy," His tone was even, his eyes were narrowed and he attempted to offer a relaxed disposition, "I'm no threat to you if you don't try anything,"