Backup Plan

Dutifully he waited for the woman to pass with one paw holding back the hide that was most definitely going to unroll the moment her paws were out of striking range. Any second now, any secon- wait what was happening. The woman stopped and sized him up causing Hyperion to do the same out of instinct. She cut an interesting figure. Tall - taller than him, even - with unusual markings topped with even more unusual scars that appeared to have been made deliberately. And here this strange, strangely marked woman was eying him up like a piece of meat.

He blinked once in surprise and then, realizing a woman was trying to make conversation with him, switched gears. His eyes narrowed minutely and a crooked smirk played at the corners of his lips as his gaze became appreciative. It was a carefully cultivated look he would never admit to having perfected in the reflection of a pond, but he totally had. "Hey yourself," he said with a purr. "Something I can help you with?"