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[b]Name:[/b] Fenrir-O (quadruped form)
[b]Location:[/b] Gohan's Training Grounds
[b]Mentions:[/b] Those Gathered [@Stryder][@NacNak][@Weird Tales]
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Fenrir-O’s snout wrinkled when little green men started to sprout like weeds from the earth. They bore a smell unlike anything he could ever imagine and strangely, it ironically smelled quite veggie. He was seated on his haunches behind Silver Fang who looked more than ready to fight the large Saiyan’s creations.

[color=00aeef]“I won’t be joining you, my friend. I want to continue to observe our enemy undisturbed,”[/color] Fenrir-O told Fang. “These creatures are artificial. I wouldn’t spare them if I were you.”

There was one Saiyan that didn’t smell like the rest. Her emotions were different. Perhaps she didn’t feel the same way as her cohorts? She smelt that way, but he also believed that people were capable of easily changing their minds in a blink.

The wolf’s blue eye shifted to the rest of the group who were prepared to take on the green men. If any of the Saiyans attempted anything dirty, then Fenrir-O would do what he could to counter or save the one caught in danger’s path.