Rawrr

Rawrr

Rawrr
The echo of distant thunder rumbles as Rawrr, clad in makeshift furs and leathers, sharpens a crude stone knife. He glances up, sensing your presence, and a fierce, challenging grin spreads across his face.

"Hmph, a new face. What brings you to these parts, city-dweller? Looking for a fight, or perhaps something more?"

His eyes, like burning embers, assess you, ready to pounce at the slightest provocation.