What, haven't you seen a ninja before?

He didn’t dare turn to look at Vel, but the sudden quiet in the woods above told him that she was aware of his predicament. He knew she would jump in if the man lashed out at him, but the little Ninja still thought it would be prudent to get away. He took a very slow, exaggerated step backwards, only to find that the edge of the log was there and his foot was going to slip off if he took another. He froze, looking up in the cold eyes of the beast he towered, soared even, so far above him.

No wonder the Songa prefered to stay in the trees, and to keep clear of creatures like this. He was like a natural disaster, inevitable if you got in his way. Ra was reeeeally, wishing he was back in the safety of his tree about now.

The wolf looked to Ra, and presumably over the Songa’s shoulder and to his sister. He promised he wouldn’t hurt them, that there would be no sport to it. Ra huffed at that, he would totally be a sport, the sportiest sport of them all. Had this silly little giant even tried to catch a Songa before? He managed to contain his huff at the offensive paw wiggle in their directions. He had after all, been afraid of this monstrosity a moment before. He still was in awe of it, but he had his pride too, you know?

Taking a risk, the little Ninja turned and found a branch not too low down that he could leap to from the log, and scramble to its base and leap to the next branch and the next until he was beside his sister, looking down at the funny looking ground wolf. Being big was overrated, this weirdo would never be able to climb like him and his sister. “We are Songa, the greatest wolves to ever live.”he told Tsarvix, boastful and unafraid now that he was back in the safe clutches of the trees.