[He has had some exp with wolves. A wolf. A space wolf alien puppy that grew up knowing him as a caretaker and thus, had only been half as menacing as a real wolf could ever be. Still, he's rooted in place -- curious, concerned. He's fully capable of defending himself if need be, he's already mentally explored both (very similar, blade-related) options. Anything close-combat without weapons won't end in his favor, most likely...
While his brain treads Dr. Steve Brule's self-defense video, his eyes catch something odd against the horizon. It could be his eyes playing tricks on him, especially where he's anticipating a wolf sighting amid the storm. Something white...indistinguishable, nearly. But there's that accompanying noise that makes him not feel so crazy.
His eyes pull away from that solid white coming toward him, frantically scanning his sides, the plane behind him -- just in case. There should be more, especially if she--he'd? The wolf(?) had been communicating with others. His blade's drawn, clutched as one would a security blanket. In the same instance, a small blade grows to be something slightly more sinister, sword-like in nature, supernatural all around. He won't rush the animal coming toward him, he isn't looking for a fight (weird), he's just a little worried about being gored. Meat can't be so abundant out here, though an entire village (villages) have made route through here. Who knows how many had been taken out before him, though he's yet to see any particularly graphic sights for himself...
A neither reassuring or disconcerting thought. He's tense as can be.]
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While his brain treads Dr. Steve Brule's self-defense video, his eyes catch something odd against the horizon. It could be his eyes playing tricks on him, especially where he's anticipating a wolf sighting amid the storm. Something white...indistinguishable, nearly. But there's that accompanying noise that makes him not feel so crazy.
His eyes pull away from that solid white coming toward him, frantically scanning his sides, the plane behind him -- just in case. There should be more, especially if she--he'd? The wolf(?) had been communicating with others. His blade's drawn, clutched as one would a security blanket. In the same instance, a small blade grows to be something slightly more sinister, sword-like in nature, supernatural all around. He won't rush the animal coming toward him, he isn't looking for a fight (weird), he's just a little worried about being gored. Meat can't be so abundant out here, though an entire village (villages) have made route through here. Who knows how many had been taken out before him, though he's yet to see any particularly graphic sights for himself...
A neither reassuring or disconcerting thought. He's tense as can be.]