On it. Her weight felling it from the very root before being torn down. As her beaked mouth tears apart at the wood before scanning the dire wolf.

Hoofing shakes the earth. A small wave of dusty snow around her forearms. Antlers whistle in the air.

And fur-like feathers indicate she is some sort of prehistorical beast. A feathered reptile of some sort.

Her warm breath coats his servos, as he is carefully observed.

It's like standing before a moose. Unsure of what he's watching.

The large, scaled head lazily turns as she hops off her forearms.

A bipedal stance indicates a Nomad dragon is alert, just in case something is a threat. No threat display is made yet, but a low bugle bellows out, felt in his exoskeleton's servos.

Giant blue eyes, osteoderms on scaley skin~>

Not with the snow, no. The giant snout sniffs his mechanic head.

She can't identify it. So she moves on, booming steps carried on as she leaps down a cliff.

A boom rumbles with her landing, before carrying on.

Big sniff. The hell's this one.

Go the fuck away already before I block you.

//please catch a fucking hint and leave me alone.