Step by step, he rotated his body in a wide circle towards the smell of his potential prey. Just as he completed his arc, the ice covered creature rose from the ground, he gripped his weapon and twisted it in a deceptively quick overhead arc, bringing it to bear in front of him, thus completing another step.
As if to keep the distance, when the anthromorphic figure stepped forward, he stepped back.
The creature, a wolf-human hybrid, it seemed, mentioned that he was wandering. Was he a wanderer? Still, he had hid himself, was he usually prey or predator.
I know w-w-where we are.
Fruzio's voice broke slightly as he talk, a combination of the cold and of the nervousness he felt in meeting a strange creature, whom was much like himself.
Are you from the Allarian universe, or are you a creature from the multiverse me and my comrades are travelling too? Those would be the only two reasons you'd be piggybacking on the magic that brought us here. You're either coming or going, and neither is an aptly acceptable answer.
Despite his words, his core shook with nervousness. Not of anticipation, but of fear. What type of creature from Allaria, or from the Angry Rilla-verse, could enter this type of multiversal portal. Had he stumbled across an absurdly powerful creature already? Was this where the line ended?
His mind raced, as both predator and prey. Would he need to engage in defense, or offense? This was a choice he made often in Allaria, and it was always the same.
He spoke again, a final time for now.
This is a path from one multiverse to another, mine to what I am hoping is your own. How you got here would have consisted of some dubiously powerful magic, hopefully your own, in a way, so you can comply with my request. That you leave it.