Broken Boulder Who carries a mighty sword,

her eyes, flickering toward him like torches against the darkened tombstone of her mask. "hail," he grunted softly, involuntarily. he came out of the brush now, offering no threat with his careful form. gaze glided then to the hallway cut into the great rock. "what do you think caused this?"

careful, probing. conversational. he was guard of whitebark, but artyom's pack was not so close now. and she was no threat, with her sculpted chocolate limbs and easily turned interest. germanicus did not speak again, only sailed closer to the boulder to inspect it with a rough snort of his muzzle. his attention, then, had begun to shift, and he would relax if the stranger gave him no reason to otherwise react.