Byrok❗️❗️

Yawning, mouth opening nearly 180°.

"Great, let's scramoose--"

He threw an arm around the smaller man, setting a brisk pace toward the scent of baked delights even as he ensured the other wouldn't fall behind.

"Ev'rybody's got a plan 'till I drop an atomic bomb on their face."

The mere mention of the Clementine Blossom conjured forth beloved memories of raising the display case on a dining spree, the Wolf's grey eyes briefly flickering gold from the sheer recall of bliss.

"...We GOTTA go ta the Blossom--"

Grinning widely, chuckling.

"Gehe!! I'd say so, yeah."

The wildman cracked his knuckles, the pops sounding more like wood snapping than air bubbles between the joints.

He kept his grip light as can be, staying at a firm handshake instead of a bone-crushing one.

"Ya been here long? 'Ve been trynna nail down the local hotspots fer good grub, ain't been as lucky as I thought I'd be."

Not that Byrok seemed to mind, already nodding (the best he could, at least) along.

"Rose, huh...?"

He kipped-up, landing lightly on his feet with consummate ease. The Wolf offered a large, star-scarred hand to the agent.

"Nice ta meetcha!! Name's Byrok."

"Sounds like a plan."

The wildman closed his eyes, allowing the other to observe his training to its heart's content.

"...Got a name, pal?"

"Hn? Nah, not at all."

He gave the other an appraising look, nary a hint of him budging from his extreme position.

"'M gonna boil up some Crater Crab, y'all want some?"

Doing a bridge, body in a perfect upside down 'U'.

Feel free to sit on his abs, he's basically doing his best impression of a bench right now.

Bursting onto the TL, bored out of his skull.

"Headin' back to the dino times, who's wantin' a doggy bag?"

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Sitting up after a night sleeping outdoors, shedding snow off his body in whole sheets.

"Huh, awfully mild snowstorm."

Howls.

His own arms crossed over his broad chest, a quick nod of his head sending his black mane of hair a-tumbling.

"Just aboutta start, yeah!! Figured clearin' the sky'd gimme more motivation ta really hit the ground runnin'."

"...?"

He cocked his head, scratching his temple in thought for a moment or three.

"Mm... Nah, I don't reckon we have."

"Well, fair 'nuff."

Cracking his neck with two swift swings of his cranium, before grinning.

"There a name to the test-giver?"

Spitting out the honed metal, he loosed a light chuckle.

"That so? Guess I failed."

Adamantine teeth locked his blade of choice into a binding bite, the Wolf's brow raising a bit.

"Wha'sh ya prowwem?"

...Mouth's a bit full there, Byrok.

"Y'all ain't gotten into a headbuttin' match with a Glacier Wyrm, and it SHOWS."

name's Byrok, by the by!!"

Scratching his jaw, he loosed a low chuckle.

"That's good, gehe. My manager's always on my case about showin' off too hard, so 'm glad I didn't wind up blowin' ya off yer feet."

The hulking Wolf offered a hand for a shake, the large mitt covered in criss-crossing scars and callouses galore.

"The

Blinking a bit at the compliment, he turned toward his unintended audience with a crooked smile.

"Thanks a lot, lady!! I didn't spook ya, did I?"

Punches upward with enough force to clear the overcast sky.

"That's enough o' that."