look at how you lose your composure

The voice was unexpected; the form it issued from more so. Katja regarded the male with a faint wariness as her gaze took in his appearance. The height, though no greater than Laufey, had him tower over her. The bright splashes of brick-red against his otherwise monochrome pelt. But mostly, the fangs... no... tusks, that curved from his muzzle. More and more it seemed she found these strange creatures, these oddities that seemed like legends come to life. Star-spangled wolves and purples and giants and now, tusked creatures. It made her wonder what was happening in the world that would spawn so many strange things, more incredible beasts than she had seen in the whole of her life up to this point. "Heil," she returned with caution, holding her ground and moving no nearer to him, though showing no aggression to him either.