With his muzzle lifted in the air, Kliment was already on the prowl for something to eat, he was large and he needed plenty of nourishment. The sound of voices in the distance made a soft hiss escape the hybrids slightly parted jaws, Kliment walked the first few steps letting the scales on his body brush past the trees. His blade-like tail would drag against some of the bark, eventually he caught the smells of some outsider and the so claimed leader of the place. His pseudo gaze locked onto the duo only to briefly analyze their skeletal structure to see if the joiner was anything big he could possibly eat but to his dismay it was just a small mammal. Though someone else joined this little duo, his rabbit-like ears would serve forward at this new sight yet their pseudo gaze locked onto the newcomer who didn't smell of this place "WHO ARE YOU." They asked standing a ways from Mogar and the white overgrown, pussy cat, his non-existent eyebrow lifted up hearing this strangers question only to snort. They weren't much of a clan. Just a ragtag group of mixed species, it was an odd society but he supposed he could live with it. "THIS RAGTAG GROUP IS CALLED THE ROSEBLOODS..." His tail lashed to the sides only to add with a loud snort "WE ARE KLIMENT."
"I'M A BAD LIAR" —-- KLIMENT / ROSEBLOODS / MISC.