Lumbering around the corner, heading right for the little group Andre was apart of, came the massive, scaly form of Selwyn, the werelizard. He wore a white hockey jersey with ICP and the Hatchetman on the front and back, and black Tripp pants with orange seems.
Seeing Andre, a gleam appeared in his eyes, and the low, rumbling voice issued in a hiss from the sharp-toothed maw. "Hey, it's my little doggy friend! Want to play, doggie?"