Daylily

He smiled at her words. It was not the first time he had heard them. Many had been intimidated by the size and prowess of Deathbelles protector. As for the wolf before him, there was a simple elegance to this woman. At a glance, she seemed plain, clad in white and small in stature. On a second look, he found the orange trim of her tail, the lithe strength behind the coiled legs of her form. A huntress or a scout perhaps. Someone well accustomed to closing long distances. Thirdly, he would notice her eyes, and the depth of them. They reminded him of Poem, his one-time apprentice. Her eyes had been blue, with an underline of purple beneath her orbs. This wolf boosted one green, and one duel. Orange and yellow.

"Shika, well met. I'm Sirius Fatalis, Warlord of the Ashen Armada." His introduction was a long one. He had gained many names over the course of his life. It had been a long time since he was simply 'Sirius' another life time, it sometimes seemed.

"If not from Boreas, where do you hail?" He asked, her words easily giving her away as a foreigner. He was hardly the only giant in these lands.