unchained

Hattori's prisoner's rumbling under his breath did not go unnoticed. It enticed a quiet chuckle under Kuroo's breath as he let his head gently shake. If the guy wanted to have a bad attitude, let him. There was only one way for his freedom and this was one of those options. Deciding not to pick on the guy anymore, Kuroo turned his focus back on the Tapir he'd just located. Both ears flicked forward as they drew closer. Keeping a distance at first, his pale gaze searched through the brush to see how many there really were. From what he knew, they weren't herd-type creatures, but if they could find one smaller than a full adult, it would make the hunt go a lot easier.

Pausing momentarily in the shadows, he waited until the smaller Tapir stuck its head out from around the adult's back. Ah, so there were two here. Smirking, he glanced over to the prisoner with a nod of his head toward their target. Lowering his head as his ears flattened, Kuroo's shoulders hunched as he began prowling out from the brush they'd been lurking in. With lips raised in a fierce snarl, he watched as the two Tapirs turned on him. Their loud, harsh calls warned them to back off, but that wouldn't be the case today.

Lunging over to the side as he grew closer to the smaller one, he watched as the larger one began to back off. Surely Laith had made an appearance by now and the idea of not one but two wolves hunting them made them realize it wouldn't be a great idea to fight. As the two began to turn away in an attempt to flee, Kuroo burst forward in a bundle of lithe muscles toward the smaller one. Latching on quickly to a rear leg, he dug in his paws to hold his balance and stop it from getting away.