"And you didn't even bother to try and mask your Aura, Goldilocks." He stood, looking Yang over for a moment. His features had the same noble, angular features as a wolf, and his eyes were azure in hue. He wore gold and white armor, although it didn't have the same metallic sheen as Ember Celica or Crescent Rose. But his right arm did-- it was a prosthesis. "Young ladies don't ordinarily come looking for me," Amarok said. "When they do, I'm in trouble, they want something, or both." He folded his arms across his chest. "Which one is it this time?"