Without warning, the doors to the lobby slammed open, and in walked a man of average height and a wolf of not so average size. Knives adorned the man's body, secured by multiple straps, sheaths, and tucked away sleeves. Though other than that, he didn't appear to be carrying much equipment on him. Nonetheless, he was sure he would immediately come off as cocky to the others. A grin was plastered across his face as he practically strutted into the room with the wolf at his side.

"You lads and lasses may as well give up now," the man proclaimed as he affectionately petted the top of the wolf's head, "The name's Dorian, try to remember it, since me and my girl Timber here plan to sweep the tourney from start to finish." He narrowed his eyes however when he scanned the room's occupants. "Hold on...don't tell me, there's only three of you here? Well ain't that a shame, I was expecting more of a challenge."

He'd heard talking coming from within the room right before he entered, and as he sized up his competitors he assumed it had to have been the Knight-looking fellow. Timber picked up on this, and began looking over in the guy's direction. It was already clear that she didn't like the guy.

[i]'Not yet, Timber,'[/i] Dorian mentally told her, [i]'Just focus on identifying their unique scents for now.'[/i]