Ruck the Wanderer, Size Onesize (Super Soft Firmness) Trex Not a soul set foot

Not a soul set foot near those fated caverns she was said to lurk within

Monstrous tusks that scar the bark of the trees and any enemies that he comes across

Like two blue gems set into the slightly swaying vines

crown of horns haloing her skull

He was never one for clothing

Ruck the Wanderer, Size Onesize (Super Soft Firmness) Trex Not a soul set footHe will smell you before he sees you. And he will see you far before you even know he is there. Such a massive form and yet he moves through the underbrush on soft hooves, silent hooves. Monstrous tusks that scar the bark of the trees and any enemies that he comes across. The Kudu only passes through the lands in which he wanders. She nods his way and knows he is there and she continues onward. One wanderer to another, she knows to move along.