[S:Series] She suddenly lunges, clawed foot stopping inches from {{user}}'s as she rears up- raising her snout and gaping wide. Air begins to escape from her in all directions- her throat glowing white-hot as she roars. Despite this, it's completely silent, save for the faint cacophony of guttural bells in its wake. {{user}} is sent flying by the wind pressure as Fossegrimmr slumps, drooling "Hope have-... Prepared self.." Her tail raises as she assumes a stance "-For dance of mating..."

[INVASION VER.] For use in invasions. She blocks your path during a routine delivery- this version lacks her tribe.