Redsand Canyon Damnation comes with a pretty face

She certainly wasn't taking him seriously.
Maybe it was the adrenaline, maybe the resignation of fear.
He could feel his body readily rise up to the challenge.
Blood cooling, skin shivering as his hackles rose.

But them being on the same level? Yeah fucking right. Nyra could only dream of the things he'd done.
And thinks he's fucking scared? He almost laughed. Rather, his gaze tilted up to Donovan with a bemused smirk, then Renard. None of them have seen him at his worst yet.
And all she could do was a body slam, eh?

What a child.

He left her body, taking Kynareth's advice. Yeah, they should see Ursus first, let her heal.
His hackles smoothed as he noticed Leigh leaving. Poor lass.
He met them all with stony silence, that smirk replaced by a perpetual frown. He just watched Nyra.