bacon on the run

Out of instinct Rufus sidestepped the wolf. His ears slicked back and his back arched as his tail puffed up to several times its original size. For a beat her proposition seemed to fall on deaf ears as his wide green eyes stayed riveted on her face and his expression stayed unreadable. Behind those feral green eyes, however, gears were grinding at a frantic pace. Canines were...well canines. In the grand scheme of things they seemed to always be the competition of - or the predators of - felines. But there was no detectable malice in the wolf's face and she had already had amble opportunity to pounce on him if she had wanted to.

Rufus relaxed almost as quickly as he'd tensed up. "I want it." He sank back to the ground and although one ear stayed pointed at Zola most of his attention was on the pig. "You've got yourself a deal, wolf." Now, how to go about this...

He peeked over at the wolf. "If you can chase it towards me, I bet I can scare it right into your jaws." It was a strategy that had worked for him in the past. Prey animals were usually so focused on the terrifying big thing chasing them that they were all but blind to what small determined critters might be hiding in front of them. It had been his experience that if he lay still, orange or not, he would go unnoticed.

WC: 244