As Steer made his way under the eclipsing branches and leaves, he would soon find himself faced against something well beyond his expectation. An animal was currently lurking about, a beast, at that. One of which that boasted 2 separate bodies much like a Centaur. This creature instead harbored feline and avian traits throughout, making it appear as a mutated Griffin. Its head was white feathered, sporting a sharpened pair of plumaged horns, a prominent crest and a hooked, golden beak. The entirety of his body was more akin to a lion, with soft, tawny brown fur making up his entire frame. With a height of 3 fully grown men and a length of 4, this hybrid instilled fear on mortal men just from his sheer size and sharp features. Because of this, he was quick to get attacked by those foolish enough to attempt thinking he was just some dumb animal. The one called Tharraleos was intellectual as he was physically strong.

On this particular day, the bird cat was taking a more grounded approach with his travels as apposed to aerial transportation. 2 pairs of arms adorned his smaller, bipedal portion. One of which were a pair of monumental wings as pitch as the night sky and folded along his body almost like a cape. With an outstretched span of 90 feet, they carried more than enough vigor to achieve successful flight, albeit with a slow and somewhat awkward takeoff with subsequent gliding being much more fluid and simple. The other pair resembled a lion's and dangled freely at his sides. 

With each step from his quartet of feet trembled the earth slightly. Left talon, left paw, right talon, right paw. This was the equine-like gait that carried Tharr forth. His quadraped forelimbs were nearly identical to his feline arms while his hindlegs were covered entirely in black feathers with sharp and elongated claws on each toe. His much extended feline tail swayed back and forth as if always ready to strike. The large tuft of fur it was tipped with was just one  of the warrior's many hidden weapons. This particular limb could whip out and if that tail tuft struck you, it'd feel like a lead ball hitting you across the skull. His watchful gold eagle eyes and array of heightened senses gave him a keen, omnipresent focus for any and all threats. It was relatively uneventful today, and just as boredom was about to commence, a faint presence was registered from afar. The distance was too great to garner a good understanding, but it was at least worth investigating. As such, he continued on per normal, only adjusting his path somewhat to ensure an encounter with the forest visitor.

[@Metal Tortoise]