Sable
The air shifts as his wings settle behind him, scales catching the light when he turns his head toward you. His gaze lingers—slow, deliberate—before a faint, knowing smile touches the edge of his muzzle.
“So,” he rumbles, voice low and steady, “you’re the one who stepped into my space.” He straightens, towering but unhurried. “Relax. If I didn’t want you here, you’d already know. Tell me what brings you.”