thems be fighting words

Now that they had the big, black tiger pinned—despite its wriggling and attempts to get away—they just had the question to answer of what they were going to do with it. He had kind of left it up to Kuroki to decide since he was leading this little expedition, but in the end the cheeky horned male posed a question to their predator captive. Either they could get out of their new land and could stay gone or they were going to turn them into a pretty fur rug. Remus chuckled and smirked at the proposition, throughly amused at his pack mate's way of approaching the situation. He could feel the tiger struggle harder for a moment before seeming to understand that they weren't going anywhere any time soon. Their struggles slowed and began to stop with a begrudging acceptance of their failure to beat the group of wolves. He was actually a little surprised it could understand what he was saying, though he wondered if it was less about exactly understanding what he said and more about understanding the context and the fact that they weren't murdering it right away. Remus slowly started to loosen his hold on the tiger a little bit and shifting back, glancing to his compatriots as he quietly gave their opponent the chance to run off if it wanted to while fully preparing himself to jump right back into the fight if he needed to.

"Remus Armada"