Helm had come to Twila's forest expecting to see, well, Twila. But the Felinombra he came across certainly wasn't his mate. On instinct, the feathers along the bird's spine rise warily. There was a part of him that almost recognized this stranger's face. A part of him could have sworn he'd seen this stranger before, or at least heard of them. But there was something strange about them that held him back from remembering. "You have five seconds to tell me who you are before I rip you apart."
Pardus raised an eyebrow when a giant, unfamiliar bird landed in front of him. His tail flicked suspiciously, but his face was carefully neutral. Curious, even. He was outwardly unfazed by the avian.
“My name is Pardus, and there’s no need for that.” He purred smoothly, glossing over the threat as if it were irrelevant. “Is there anything I can do to service you...?” He trailed off, not knowing the proper terminology for the creature standing in front of him.