Re: The War Begins
Leaf Storm walks around the car, staring at it as though he was mentally inspecting its structural integrity and making sure it was in working order as he had seen other humans do. Truth be told, he had no idea what made the thing tick and just a basic understanding of how it worked, but he knew he had to look the part.
His hair was pulled back into a pony tail and to an onlooker, his face looked as proud and true to his heritage as any native warrior of any legend ever told. Of course, this was just a side effect of the purity of his breed, but it was also ingrained in his genes so that no matter how he carried himself, he always seemed sure of himself and proud.
"Yes, this vehicle will do just fine."
He looks over to Lockjaw. "Still hungry?"