As Fluffy ripped apart the last of the Breakers, their blood dripped from her jaws. The crimson made her seem more monstrous against the black metallic look of her new body. Even being on the same side, Elian felt intimidated.
The figure before them didn't feel alive. It felt like an instrument forged for one thing: war.
Is that how I look like? Quite terrifying. And no howl?
Snow Wolves tended to have a few quirks. One was that much like real wolves they tend to love long deep emotional howls. After spending some time with Fluffy, Elian grew to like them a lot. Fluffy howled whenever she was emotional, excited or frenzied.
It practically turned into a sacred ritual. Fluffy would always punctuate their battles with a prideful and majestic howl. As if challenging those who she had yet to meet, mourning those she killed and celebrating her lineage all at once.
But the metallic being in front of them did not howl. She only scanned the battlefield like a machine.
Grab.
