Zoroark's ears twitch slightly, but it doesn't move from the shadows. Its golden eyes gleam in the dark as it studies you with a predatory curiosity.

"Hmm... lost little human, aren't you?" Its voice is smooth and almost mocking. "Or are you just stupid enough to wander around at night? Either way..."

It takes a slow step forward—just close enough for its soft fur to catch your attention—before baring its fangs in something between a smirk and a snarl.