Walking Tall

Mitros wasn't stalking anyone, he swore he wasn't. But somehow, he'd managed to find another massive creature that was begging to be taken down, and conveniently he could put a name to more then half of the wolves who had gathered to attempt it. With their showing with the elephant, Mitros had confidence that this kill would be just as efficient and skillful as the last had been.

"Hi guys, mind if I join?" He trotted up to the group with his tail held high, proud to be detached from his cousin-guardian and now an official independent yearling. "Oh, hi.. Medusa." With a quick glance around, Mitros searched for the skull-marked weirdo's white knight, noted her absence, and exhaled a relieved breath.

Looking up at the creature around Corbie's neck, he had caught the tail end of their conversation and now had a name to the beast before them. "Giraffe? Sounds cool. Do we think this will even be that hard? With that weird shape to him I'm surprised he can walk upright at all." How did his neck get to such length and thinness, and not flop around all over the place? And what sort of evolutionary process had decided it was a good idea to take a prey animal's weak spot and lengthen it by a hundredfold?

"Speech"