The hellhound stalked grumpily through the drenching rain and wind, his spiky fur for once slicked down against his body. Not that the change did much to disguise the bulk of his body, it just made him look like he'd drowned. The skull pressed against his head didn't even help that much against the wet - the rain managed to trickle down beneath the pressing surface to make uncomfortable wet patches on his face. At least it kept the driving wind out of his eyes as long as he kept his chin tilted just so.
The opening to a shelter presented itself quite suddenly, and without pause the big black male gathered himself and shoved his way inside. He fully expected it to be occupied in this shitty weather, so when he burst in it was with teeth bared and a roar building in his chest, ready to clear the room for himself.
The roar checked itself before it left his throat, the familiarity of one of the occupants soothing his ire before it manifested in the shedding of blood. "Daegmar." The word left his muzzle without thought, just a verbal observation of her being there.
Aware that he was still soaking, Hati pawed off the heavy skull mask with its curled horns so he could shake vigorously, spraying water about until his pelt once more stuck up, the still-wet clumps of hair like the quills of a hedgehog. His gaze swept the enormous cavern before alighting suspiciously on the wolf he didn't know. "Who's the brat?" he grunted to Daegmar. There was something mildly familiar about her... though with the rain soaking all of them he couldn't pick up more than the aroma of wet fur.
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Hati isn't nice. He swears, he is violent, and is more than a little insane. If you can't handle what might come of that don't thread with him.