I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E

As Kione was giving the pup that bit of advice a new threat appeared.  It went past them and straight to the suffering lion.  Kione’s eyes were off the pup now, watching the massive wolf with serious observation.  He thought of choosing that moment to leave but then decided to stay.  This wolf had the right in one sense to attack Kione with his being on their packs land.  How reasonable he was determined if it was acceptable to him since Kione had saved the pup.  Reasonable or not the odds were better while near the kid he had just saved.

If Kione had to fight the wolf it certainly wouldn’t be the first nor last dangerous predator he fought so really it would just be another day.  A pity the fanged wolf chose to kill the lion it was nice knowing it was suffering but so long as it died that was well enough.  

When it was done with the lion the giant showed there was a chance of a more reasonable fellow in him.  Kione nodded to the question, “Yup,” a simple enough answer followed by a crooked grin, “very few things more fun than killing a lion.  Kid needs to grow a bit more before he tries to go after one alone.” Kione looked to the boy who wasn’t speaking up for himself so decided to do Bas a favor, “good lad.  He’s the one who got to the lions stomach.  The real killing blow came from him.”

Ah, and one last thing, Kione dipped his head respectively though the crooked grin stayed in place, “Kione, wandering rogue and timely hero of the day.  Pleasure to meet ya friend.”

"Kione"