Shadow Mountain royal wyvern

not at all ;D

vigilant, as always, the tungsten general turned keenly at the sudden appearance of another wolf, and he paused in his own machinations to observe the pale strife with reptilian passiveness. he used what senses he could in their distance to determine her health and pack status - both of which seemed to be in his favor - before deciding to accost the specter in his domain. her nod only encouraged him further.

with the slink of a tiger, or a predator without equal, stigmata hiked closer to the stranger. he watched in mild fascination as scars began to materialize across her body the closer he came, turning her into a tapestry of untold stories and curiosities the warhound wished naturally to pry into. "who are you?" he asked coolly, and without preamble. he hung back several wolf-lengths, out of respect, though the glint in his half-lidded eyes made it clear that this was a well-mannered version of himself; and he was only being courteous as it suit him.