Scale Armor

Moving through the plains, Sephiran was quite simply enjoying the early morning warmth. The lush greenery of the prairie was at his paws, brushing against his legs as he walked. Swaying in the breeze with each soft gust of wind, which carried the scents of his band members. Their dominion over the plains was quite noticeable- especially with the decor Sephiran had laid out along the borders. Although they'd only spent the last few weeks here, the Saxe brute had to admit, he was enjoying this place. The abundance of prey, herbs, materials for weapons, and venom were resources he couldn't pass up- and so, he pillaged them to the fullest.

Nearing the lake and padding along the shore, he looked out across the expanse of water, noting the serpents that slid from their perches and into its depths. Making way for the king. Their hissing created an eerie symphony- and yet, he wasn’t bothered by it. Not until a more distinctive hissing started. Stopping, he swung his head around to look over his shoulder. Catching sight of the charging predator as it erupted from the lake and barreled towards him. A massive, vicious crocodile. Pivoting, Sephiran whirled around to face the reptile. Baring his fangs, snarling, and snapping his jaws to serve as an invitation for the beast to attack.

He would eradicate this nuisance.  

"Sephiran Saxe"