<hr/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/43/Ghrreigh.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ghrreigh<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside the Ship, Spaceport Planetside, Emape<br/><strong>Station Time:</strong>Early Afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Max and everybody<br/><hr/>The armored Vargr that stalks across the worn and cracked surface of the reinforced landing pad looks like she's ready for a boarding action...Except, of course, for the port-enforced lack of weaponry. She's far and away the shortest arrival here, shorter than average even for a Vargr (for those familiar with the aliens), and possibly older than average as well...At least, based on the keloid scarring here and there around her muzzle and the nicks in one tattooed ear. Looks like she's been around the block a bit.<br/><br/>She also doesn't look terribly happy. Her teeth aren't completely bared, but they're visible, and the wrinkling of her muzzle lends a distinct snarling aspect to what might otherwise be a smile. Her ears are high, but turned out, and her extremely fluffy white ruff is also bristled up.<br/><br/>The kill marks, pack tattoos, and corsair-style piecemeal, war-painted armor don't make her look particularly friendlier. One ear twitches at the tall scout's "pirate" comment, but Ghrriegh clanks indifferently right past him, marching straight up to Max and stretching up on her toes to clasp a clawed paw on the taller female's scalp. "Authority," the Vargr growls, then very thoroughly and deliberately proceeds to wreck whatever semblance of order Max's hair was in, fluffing and petting it.<br/><br/>"Again, Authority." She glares at Max. "Again! This your joke, ey? Some sort of half-assed sting operation you do now?"<br/><br/>Jade and blue eyes survey the rest of the group. "Or you maybe just fishing expedition? Bad bait. Worse catch. Throw all back and start over."<br/><br/>