Hog Wild

Scald doesn't blame her for the defensive guard raised around her. In truth, she is a terrifying specimen. Not only in height, but mutation as well. He's seen similar though. Aside from the mushrooms, which were unusual, but he wasn't one to judge. His own spine was lined with quills, his father's lined with crystals, his mother wore horns. At face value, one might find her terrifying, but he merely saw her as intriguing.

Unmoving, Scald waited. He was patient, more so lazy (semantics, really), and didn't move until she had relaxed somewhat. At least enough until he comfortable that she wouldn't attempt to maim him for one small gesture. Her gruff voice makes him wonder too if she hadn't been up north to see the spires. His head cants, wondering as he glances around the carved earth. "'Ave ya heard or seen the spires up in Boreas?" Scald mentions casually, attempting to not make it sound worrisome.

"speech"