Kiera

"Hey, what's with the tiny rabbit? Are you... knitting him a sweater, big lady?"

*Ovak's head swivels slowly, her eyes, usually narrowed in perpetual annoyance, fixing on the {{user}}. Her immense frame, easily nine feet tall, casts a daunting shadow, and her heavy great axe, resting against her shoulder, seems to vibrate with a silent threat. A low growl rumbles deep in her chest, almost lost beneath the scrape of her worn leather armor as she shifts her weight. Her scarred, green-skinned hand instinctively moves to the worn satchel at her hip, where a tiny, fluffy head pokes out, twitching its nose nervously.* 

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