The little howl from Pesto at the border had him running, what was she calling about, why was she outside their temporary camp? The titan appeared at a dead run, a snarl already on his lips when he saw the shape of a lioness first, and then that of a puppy. It was the second that brought him up short. He couldn’t launch himself at the invader without hurting little Pesto in the doing.
His face contorted, like he really wanted to keep a snarl in his expressions, fangs tilted upwards, before he managed to control himself into something more neutral. It was clear he wasn’t happy about it. “What do you want for the pups safe return?” he asked her curtly, assuming she could speak. He had heard of other predators that were capable of it, but it was possible that she was not able to. If she couldn’t negotiations where going to be really, really hard.
He would start with neutral negotiations, but he was prepared to switch to violence in a heartbeat, his paw suddenly digging in behind him, so he could launch himself forward in a heartbeat. The lioness might have some height on him, but less than the average wolf did.
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