Wonders Above

Ah, Dragon's Blood Cove. With the trees that seemed to bleed, it was a very fitting name for such a dark place. His duel-toned eyes gazed down at the tiny female, a touch of a smile cross his black lips. She seemed like a kind woman, from her features he guessed that she was a few years older than himself. Age didn't matter too much to the giant though, it was only a number after all. He dipped his head slightly as she introduced herself, committing her name to his memory. "A pleasure, Miss Irie. My name is Gwenaël Nikifor Gøran." He said in his deep baritone, folding himself so that his rump was seated on the earth. Even then he had to fold his chin towards his chest so that he could look down at the woman, and couldn't help but smirk a bit. He was used to being taller than everyone else, but it still amused him. Plus, this woman showed no fear at the sight of him, which was always welcomed. He had had some wolves from these lands turn and flee as soon as they saw his massive form. He wasn't that scary, even though he was a strong fighter, he didn't pick fights unless he needed to. Gwen was no cruel beast, unless the situation called for it.

"Tell me, Miss Irie, are you from these parts?" he asked, his head tilting to the side slightly. He obviously wasn't from here, so her slightly different voice meant nothing to him. He was very new to these lands, and was not familiar with the different tones that the wolves here had. To him, they all sounded different. It had only been about two weeks since he had left his lands, and he was still trying to get used to everything here.

"Burn Baby Burn"