Trouble brewing

Alaric's watched and analyzed this male's body posture and facial expressions carefully. It didn't take much for Alaric to piece together that this make shouldn't not be underestimated, yet neither should Alaric. He nodded, agreeing to the male's condition. "So be it. Just give me the fangs." That was the only condition he could think of. He had no use for a pelt. Still, he kept vigilant as he followed behind the male through the thick grass. "My name is Alaric, should you need to know." He uttered lowly, smelling the air as they grew closer to the beast. Alaric wasn't interested in small talk yet a name seemed customary to trade. He was certain he didn't want to be friends with this male either. His orange eyes laid up on the big cat in the distance, his body tensing. It would be a challenge for anyone to take on. Yet, Alaric felt it was a necessary challenge. A workout, an experience. If he could defeat this beast, others should they cross him, should be easier.

"Ideas for a game plan?" He asked the male lowly. He kept a respectful distance. He was careful not to alert their target before a plan was formulated. He figured it was the least they could come up with. To charge in without one would be reckless and he didn't trust this male not to run out on him last second,eaving him to fend off a big cat himself. He kept that thought in the back of his mind as he waited for a response.