Deepwood Weald Come on, get up! Attack me!

Oh, just exploring. He answered with a halfhearted shrug as his gaze roamed over the other. They were alike and yet still complete opposites. Behemoh held the sun in his eyes while the other seemed to hold raging fire. Where he was unmarred by any other colors, the other had that white mark. Them possibly being related was out of the question.

But what about you? Come here often? He cooed softly as he leaned his shoulder against a tree. His gaze lingered somewhere between admiring and curious. His tail lazily swayed behind him as he awaited an answer.