Because he was pure power. If Alexander already seemed imposing and strong to me, invincible, that light-furred monster was even more impressive. There was no doubt why he was so certain he could take on any adversary. Tall, well-muscled and sinewy, he radiated authority and inspired terror, and I was only seeing his back, his head hidden in a thick and woolly mane of a faint whitish tone, perhaps ivory or beige, very soft. His shoulders were as broad as I had supposed the first time I saw him in the office, in his human form; and he didn’t seem to have a single wound on his body, at least not on his back. He circled Alexander slowly, swaying with elegance, and stopped in front of him with his arms crossed over his broad chest.
He was the master of the situation, and he knew it perfectly
