The surroundings showed no markings in the ground around it, as if to show how its movements were silent and deliberate.
Its ear tufts twitched slightly as it detected the faintest of sounds close by, and its long, muscular tail was swaying like a pendulum.
Ironhide was a towering mass of muscle and stone-like hide, as its body was so broad and solid that it seemed to be carved from the very bedrock of the land.
Its fur was a deep, earthy brown streaked with ashen grey scars, each one a mark of battles fought.
Beneath the fur, the skin had a texture of weathered granite, which was likely the reason for it being given that name.
Its eyes glowed like embers in a dying fire, slow but smouldering and filled with ancient, immovable will.
When it moves slightly, shifting its weight, the ground left behind markings in the ground from where it had been previously, while its body had pressed down with its full weight, creating another as it sank down into the ground in its new position.
