Bahamut
Bahamut stood with his mouth agape, in complete shock, while the scene in front of him unfolded. That not one, but two human-wolves were standing before him had put him in a state of stupor. He had not suspected Royal was anything other than a wolf, and he felt betrayed at the revelation of her other form. His eagerness to fulfill the prophecy of the crow Dusk, and his desire to belong to a pack again, caused him to put aside his usually cautious behavior. He had hoped to find a pack to call his own here, but it would seem that Fate had only despair set in his future.
Bahamut snarled and held his head low, keeping it at the same level as the now human wolf-human hybrids. He had had enough of this strangeness and was ready to pounce on both of the deceivers when the small wolf Abigail approached the two hybrids and shyly asked, “So uhh… You here to kill us all?” Bahamut shook his head in puzzlement. That’s an odd question, they are obviously hostile humans using dark magic, he thought. But then the hybrid Royal claimed that she was not, she only wanted to form a pack. Bahamut didn’t know if he believed her, but he stopped snarling, his teeth barely showing now. Royal asked the human girl she held who she was, and to which she claimed to be Neoma Vigilante, explaining her situation. Again Bahamut was skeptical but kept watching his glowering amber eyes like two little flames of anger. Royal extended her hand, a human gesture, but not unlike the pawing of a wolf.
Bahamut decided to approach the two hybrids while they shook hands, cautious to remain on guard. “So, any other surprises anyone wants to share?” he growled.