Blackfeather Woods she's the giggle at a funeral

In a blink, another appeared before him.

Larger, like him. Colored in many neutral shades. Their eyes, pure like the sun.

Khaba stared back at them, a hinting glint of warning. As of late, he hadn't been the best tempered. Ever since his violent outburst with the hemet, it was almost as if any small thing would to set free an unanticipated feat of rage. It would later be found far too humiliating if he set his teeth upon a total stranger without justified reasoning.