A Lamb in the Lion's Den

The ebony and neon blue brute had focused so much on his quail and his screw up, that he would not expect to see a large, crimson wolf charging toward him and tackling him to the ground. His eyes would widen in absolute wonder and shock as his dual colored eyes locked onto the dame who now had him pinned. "If you're thinking about eating me, it will send a very bad message to your stomach. My meat is too gamy and fleshy to your liking I can assure you," he spoke, trying his best to act calm despite the fact he was scared beyond belief. He could tell this wolf could easily do damage to him if he didn't choose his words right. "Um, now if you would be so kind as to get off of me so that my mind can come to terms with your height right now and I don't appear as a tiny pup compared to you, Miss," he spoke, grinning nonchalantly as his smug attitude began to take affect.