"He's a blackoak Silverback. There are lots of them where I come from." Said Terros with a slow, quiet smile. The half-orc shifted in the chair, it was too small to properly hold his wieght. "I think there's a bit of Pushy Mutt in him too."<br/><br/>"Arf!" Protested the Wolf sharply.<br/><br/>"I know you're sitting right there. That's why I said it!" Countered The druid with a smirk, gazing down at his companion. The canine grumbled, rolling over on his back and pawed the air helplessly.