Among giants

The Warlord caught the scent of the reindeer. The woody scent of the creature reminded him of his grandson's companion. He raised his head and glanced in the direction of the creature. For a moment, he thought it might have been Basilisk’s companion. He didn’t catch the scent of reindeer often after all.

He moved slowly in its direction, not yet a threat to it. He would not hurt it if it belonged to his pack - but one glance was all he needed to see it was not. Full sized, it was taller even than the Warlord himself. Prey, then. He thought, until the creature spoke. He was startled, both spotted and… communicated with. “Good evening.” He said,a hint of amusement and surprise in his tones.


"Speech"