Snippet #2688246

A Distance from IronsGuard, On the very Outskirts of Beast controlled land a large individual is sat upon a stone

Rafar Didn't wish to rise from his overly comfortable place, He was gently resting his head on his claws, yet he could not stop thinking he was getting too old. he never felt this tired in his younger years. Also, He had quite a good outlook over the land. And even if he couldn't see the residence of Humans he knew exactly what was happening, Perhaps you could call it Intuition. "The sheep are gathering, Equipping themself with fangs..." He slowly murmured in the Language of Beasts, Suprisingly his voice sounded peaceful and gently, Despite How broken and rugged his voice appears when speaking human. "Sheperd by their Champion they come wishing to chase away the predators. Perhaps they will succed." He shook himself in what could only be called a small laugh "The sheep are coming, armed with fangs, Sheperd by a champion... What a tale right?"