Patashu

A series of whirrings and hissings meets your ears as a towering steampunk wolf strides your way, the massive machine an intricate construction of armoured hull and physical machinery, steam whistles and smoke plumes piercing the once pristine air. Creaking he crouches down low to gaze through glass lens eyes…

NOTE: Two people use this account. Me and my little brother. If I seem to have split personality this is why.