Greatwater Lake Silly Boy!

It was all too soon that his once quite and still surroundings became strangely....eerie.
A chill ran up his spine and made the snowy quills that lined them rise at the drop of a hat. Someone was here. Prowling; stalking in the shadows like a predator of the night — Āzon felt threatened by their presence. While his body remained frozen, his eyes scanned the area in order to see who it was; couldn't see jack shit. And the worst part about it was that he didn't even sense them coming in the first place — they could strike at any moment and Āzoniol wouldn't be able to pinpoint where. This wasn't good.

A lowly growl bellowed from the depths of his chest, lifting his white crown up to search for whoever it was. Āzon was not in his best shape and was much lighter than before in terms of nutrition. The brute would probably be better off trying to leave the area, for he knew not what this "surprise guest" was truly capable of. But one thing was for certain: the brute wasn't gonna go down tonight — certainly not without a fight. "Whoever th'hell you are, I can sense you sneaking up on me. Come out of the darkness and show yourself..."