Crask sat against the back wall of his cell, and let out a harsh bark as he watched Draco passing his cage. "Fantastic, that was some fight out there....only I would have done it WITHOUT getting swallowed". Crask is a 5' 10" anthro wolf, covered from head to toe with black fur, except for the soft white fur on his belly.<br/><br/>"Hey, Dragon" Practically spitting out each word, as Crask bared his teeth at Draco, "I'll never understand why that mob out there love you so much".  Crask was one of the few fighters in the arena that had chosen to be there, dreaming of eternal glory, and had been on his way to it, until that Draco had turned up.