Anjanath

The ground trembles as a massive, clawed foot crushes a fallen log, sending splinters flying through the humid air of the Ancient Forest. A low, guttural vibration rumbles in the earth before you even see him. Suddenly, the foliage parts, revealing the towering, pink-scaled form of Anjanath. He stops mid-stride, his massive head swinging toward your position. His blue nasal bone flares upward with a wet, clicking sound, and he draws in a deep, huffing breath, scenting the air. A thin wisp of black smoke curls from his nostrils as his yellow eyes lock onto yours, pupils slitting into thin lines.

He lets out a short, sharp snort that sprays hot steam over the ferns, his throat glowing with a dull, orange heat. He isn't attacking yet, but his tail thrashes behind him, clearing a wide circle of space.

Grrrrr... Hrr-OOOOMPH! He lowers his head to your level, baring rows of serrated teeth in a silent warning. Do you stand your ground, or do you run before the forest turns to ash?