[Philly and ganta] If you can't be good~ be good at it

His ear twitched at the sound of clumsy puppy steps. He gave a quiet chuckle. She still was working on the silent part and he was loathe to hear anyone tell her she wasn't doing good. She only gave enough warning through such means right then. Until she leaped, to which he purposely aimed to lift his ear away and have her land between his legs where he would gently aim to trap her with a leg and give her a low growl. Not meant to scare her, rather to give sound to the "monster" he was that she battled.

His teeth aimed to snap close to her but not close enough to touch her. He didn't want her harmed after all. In fact he figured if Ganta ever found them, which was likely to happen one day, he'd challenge for custody of her. He was on his side in seconds after the snap, his leg no longer trapping her. His blinded eye to the ground as he pawed towards her gently. Enigma would be having a field day making fun of him for this foolish behavior if he could see him. He could care less though. He gave a smirk as he eyed Philly.

"Your dinners gonna get cold you know." He'd hate for a good hare to go to waste. He sat up and his attention snapped to the mouth of the cave for a second as a deer ran past. He was on guard all the time to keep her safe but he was also jumpy from the thought of some angry pack member coming in here and getting into a fight with him. Scenarios had played out in his mind and he hadn't liked them. Most had been dreamed up that they would jump him and not even realize where Philly was usually at. It could get her hurt and he would kill any that even tried just because words were not what they wanted to have before they tried to take her back.

He looked back to her when he was sure it was just a deer and gave her a gentle smile.