When they're too good for meow mix

Pyrrhic was frowning intently down at the checker board when his father's howl rang out. He was losing - badly - to Benkos and he knew it. The howl was an out. As soon as he realized that, the boy perked up. He was equally quick to quash the relieved expression and turn it into a disappointed scowl. "It sounds like my dad needs me...you understand, right, Benkos?" The stoic mandrill, sitting with his forearms stretched out across his knees, nodded and said nothing. He knew why the boy wanted to leave, but that was a lesson for another day.

That's all Pyrrhic needed. He was off like a shot in an instant.

Soon he was at the border and trailing behind Pyralis. His gaze quickly settled on the tapir corpse and he took in the many claw marks with a frown. "Thieves, huh?"

"Talk"