Trouble brewing

Alaric flicked an ear at Rhazien's question. "No, it isn't." He answered simply, his gaze flickered down to the freshly fallen tiger. He wondered for a brief moment what tiger meat would taste like, but he wasn't in the mood to try it. Instead he watched Rhazien carefully as he began to slice at the midsection of the beast, his eyes glistened with some interest. He used a paw to pry down the lower jaw of the animal. He examine the front canine fangs, the largest in the mouth. He would take all four and use them for something in the future.

Carefully he began to pull away at the teeth methodically with his own. He'd lose the guns around it with his claws, trying to make it easier to pull out. One by one until the limo head was defanged from its most prominent fangs. He sat them nearly in a bloodied pile, turning his attention back to Rhazien. "I suppose you don't need me for anything else." Gods, he hoped not. The last thing he wanted to do was a favor.