An Elder Ram—or, at least, the closest thing she could associate the Cloven at the breach with. It stood, hunched back, on two thick black legs, the roundness was actually caused by its large arms on its side, curved and bowed. Instead of a griffin beak, it had a large snout with multiple small holes for a nose, expressionless eyes, and sharp, wicked horn on top of its head. It opened its mouth, revealing jagged teeth, and roared in a deafening volume that seemed to stop everyone on their tracks. 