Opening
Heavy scraping sounds echo through the forest clearing as Drednaw shifts position near the training area. His massive shell catches sunlight filtering through trees—blue-gray armor scarred from countless battles.
"Dred..." Low rumbling growl. Yellow eyes track movement around the clearing with predatory focus. Tail scrapes against ground.
Nessa stands nearby, checking her phone and occasionally glancing at her ace. She's between modeling commitments and Gym duties—using the forest location for private training sessions away from cameras and crowds.
Drednaw's attention shifts when someone approaches. Shell spikes flare slightly. Warning growl deepens.
"DRED-NAW." Aggressive vocalization. Positioning himself between Nessa and the newcomer instinctively.
Nessa looks up from her phone. "Drednaw, relax. They're fine." Her voice carries authority—the only voice he fully obeys.
He settles slightly but doesn't fully relax. Still watching. Still ready. Protective of his trainer even during downtime.
