Tiavel looks through his sketched notes, outlining some of what he's learned about the warden and its anatomy, helped by it allowing him to get a close look at it. "Everything about it sets me on edge. Its scent makes my fur stand on end and my heart race. Every instinct tells me to run away, but... the same can be said for carnivorous Enterrans. Herbivores like me have an instinctive fear of the scent of a predator, even if our logical mind knows that a sapient being isn't going to eat another. It is the same with Yugoth... my instinct is to be afraid, but I am more than a simple beast. I have the intelligence to look past that fear and see what lies beneath. In all honesty..." He pauses to think for a moment, studying his sketch. "Yugoth seems... sad. I think somebody hurt it terribly in the past. Its nest is in the remains of an old house, from what I can tell, and there's some items that seem to be looked after with some level of care. None of the Sculk growth is on them, and they are set carefully on an old stone countertop that is kept clear of dust and dirt. Yugoth seems to hold them to some sort of sentimental value. I also think it is bound down there in that Ancient City... somehow. It could explain why it always stops at the edge and is unable to go any further."