Thread:WendigoLamet/@comment-34928186-20190724003816/@comment-36459171-20190729155157

Devaxion let a guttural growl, an icy cloud of air emerging from his parted jaw. His near-white eyes narrowed into a sharp glare as he straightened his posture, tail giving an angry lash. He could be intimidating if he wanted to and it often worked when dealing with runts such as them. Some scuttled back, others gave him glares.

Following Stitch’s gaze, he pulled up next to him, glancing towards the buildings.

“Ya think he’s cooped up in there?” His voice had a deeper and rougher note.