A femur shank and black wings. Zander had no guess as to what she was, and continued to observe her even as she went back to the mundane task with her wings, waiting just as he was for something to require their attention. The gargoyle gave another glance over their border before focusing back to her.
"What are you?" He asked simply, taking a perch a comfortable distance away from her, his large, dark stone wings folding back behind him. They were larger than him in his natural form too, an oddity that only made sense given the wings had to lift stone if needed. Others often confused Gargoyles greatest weapon as teeth or claws when there was so much power and weight to their wings and tails.
Zander could smell several things on her. Bird, Human, but nothing the other monsters possesed. And usually, other monsters did not carry weapons. He was curious as to whose femur that was, but moreso on what she was, exactly. The more he knew, the less he'd have to look over his shoulder.