You're like pollution

large behemoth clung to the waning shadows - a creature of the cold. frigid was the weather and he alike in manner and mood. quietly he stood watching the landscape, looking for something that would capture his attention. being so far away from home was a trial but he had to do it for his own protection. it was necessary for the good of his family. and family was everything to the male. fleeting motion sucked him out of his reverie, cranium elevated to attention. onyx ears swiveled gauging the best possible route to get to the certain being that captured his attention.

hulking, black gossamer mass drifted forward - an ominous presence. slowly, ever so slowly the hellhound made his way towards the sound of voices. it was a short exchange, but it was enough to alert the man that he was not alone. ammon had no qualms with company, he was rather neutral on the topic so long as they weren't nosy and didn't ask questions they should. if he were to reveal something vital, he'd have to kill them. a slight smirk played upon his onyx kissers at the idea. ah, business as usual. he said nothing as he approached the two - he merely took a seat. keeping a good distance away, he offered a curt nod.

" speech "