He officially has a name and a design! Everyone meet Tyrant!
He’s hotheaded, but he has the skills to back it up (most of the time). He likes to go after pack-hunting prey and would probably own a hell-hound if he had the space for it on his ship. He doesn’t want the poor beast to be cramped, though.
He’s pretty taciturn, and has trouble talking to others sometimes, so the language barrier between him and Tiny Wife doesn’t bother him too much. He likes showing her how much he likes her better anyways.
When he was younger, he got mauled by some monsters he was hunting. One bit him in the head and broke the growth plates in his frill. It never fully grew out. He takes extra careful care of his predlocks so he doesn’t lose them too. They got to be very long, and he’s very proud of them. Even still, between his underdeveloped frill and his social shyness, he has trouble attracting mates. So when Tiny Wife was pretty much dropped in his lap, what else was he supposed to do but pick up where her frail mate left off?
He has a few friends that check in with him from time to time, and he hopes that he can take Tiny Wife back to Yautja Prime to live with his family someday, but for now, he’s happy to court her in the ruins of her colony.