watch those teeth

There was definitely something weird about these two. Any normal wolf when presented with a near-pinned foe would go for the throat to end it's life. Instead, the pair each attacked one side of the cat, forcing it to relinquish it's hold on the branch and come crashing through the underbrush and onto the forest floor. Tsarvix received Ramesh's warning loud and clear and released his hold, slipping off the log and clambering out of the way of the jaguar's flailing decent. That's not all that came down, though, and Tsarvix looked on in awe as the tiny male rode atop the predator. He looked like he was having fun. The two of them hit the log with such force that the cat died near-instantly with a sickening crack.

The little male hooted to his companion, and then whirled around to face him. The chocolate male watched in absolute confusion as the other fluffed himself up, looking quite... well, the opposite of fearsome. Tsarvix lifted his paw to his chest and away from Ramesh as if the small male was contagious, wondering if it was worth while to shoo him away. From the corner of his vision he saw the female- still treebound -coil as if to spring.

"I'm not going to hurt you." He offered in bewilderment. "There wouldn't be much sport in hunting..." A pause, and Tsarvix fluttered his paw in their direction, struggling describe the duo in the most inoffensive way possible. "...whatever you are." As he finished, he passed his gaze between the two of them. Maybe he should have just left them to the jaguar.


"Speech"
"You"
"Think"