Crask crept slowly to the mouth of the cave, a black anthro wolf, at 5'10", he wasn't exactly intimidating, but nonetheless his quick mind and agile, lithe body made him a dangerous adversary. His father, in a time long ago, had been a dragon slayer, but had been killed in a brutal fight when Crask was only very young. From that day he had made a pledge to seek out and destroy each and every one of those creatures....and that had led him here. "Ho, dragon....come out and meet your fate", he yelled, battle-ready, pulling his father's sword slowly from his hilt.