can you take this spike?

With two reindeers captured, Grimshaw decided that it would be much better to eat here and carry back anything else he wanted to take versus just not eating here. He was hungry and a lot of meat would go to waste, or to the lion, if he didn't eat. Besides, he kind of wanted the pelt and that alone would be heavy.

As she heaved the animals out of the pit, his stomach growled and he made quick work of digging his fangs in to the ungulate. Though he wasn't allowed to enjoy his meal for long as he heard something moving in the trees surrounding them. The fur on the back of his neck raised and his silver eyes looked around quickly until he found a pair of golden eyes staring back at him. Spotted, the feline moved from the foliage and began to stalk towards him and his kill. To his surprise, a second one followed a moment after the first cat had exited. Grimshaw snarled and reached towards his bracers for his knife, gripping it tightly between his teeth as he growled, warning the felines to back off.

"Speech."