Wrukaog  

"My Lord," murmured Dura softly as she spun around to look at Wrukaog. "They are hailing us."

Wrukaog simply waved his hand, not bothering to speak to the female. It was clear by the constant beeping on the bridge that someone was hailing them.

"Lord of the Horde," stated the tall grey Nycteromyian as soon as the connection was secured and the video communications were activated. "To what do we owe this pleasure?"

Wrukaog knew that he should have responded to the male trying to dominate the viewing screen, but the creature in front of him had all of Wrukaog's attention.

She was the most beautiful thing that he had ever seen. Her bright red mane fell down around her in curtains, offset by the creamy paleness of her skin. She was so small that she looked like a youngling in the captain's chair, something that had been clearly designed for the male behind her.