Crask heard an explosion, waking him suddenly from his restless slumber under an old oak tree. Crask is a 5'10" anthro wolf, with black fur covering all of his body, besides his clean white underbelly. His blue eyes have a fierce glint in them, and his body is well-toned, but not particularly bulky. Pushing himself up from the ground, he caught some... unusual scent upon the air. Although not entirely unpleasant, it was foreign enough to warrant concern and further investigation. Up ahead he saw what appeared to be a very indistinct tiger, except for the fact that he didn't appear to have any tail at all. Normally a solitary creature, Crask was, however, not stupid enough to venture into unknown territory alone. "Hey there" he shouted, voice still rough from the long sleep "Do you know what all that racket over there was?"