Sitting at the same table as Sorrel, somewhat awkwardly because they don't have chairs where he's from... is a white furred bipedal weasel about as tall as a Halfling. White fur, in the sense that what wasn't covered in meat juice or gravy was white. The creature tore into the meat placed before him like a ravenous animal, tearing meat from bone with pointed teeth that seemed wasted on chewing, but more for gripping and tearing. A perfectly untouched set of silverware graced his plate to the side.
What clothing the creature wore seemed more like a leather harness and furs then civilized clothing. He had a longsword almost as long as he was tall strapped to his back, with a pair of daggers on his hips. One dagger looked more like a wicked sharp icicle, and had extra fur in its sheath, while the other dagger seemed crudely made: A jagged metal piece fit into a bone handle.
The creature watched Alvin's hurried approach as though gauging a potential threat. Or, at the least, a potential threat to the food. He had only growled at the others once, and quickly learned this wasn't *HIS* food, but rather *THEIR* food. He would watch to see who reached for the food first, since he would need to know who in this pack was the alpha. He also noticed that Legion didn't eat at all. Probably waiting for everyone else to be done before tending to the scraps. Nora'Luuu had Legion figured wrong. He wasn't a scary giant monster from beyond the spirit veil.
He was the Omega.
