@DreamingFair yet he was no longer so on edge to growl, gentle eyes still casting him side glances distrustfully.
He'd grumble, somewhat to himself, and add as an afterthought ,
" Fine. We can go. But if you try anything, and I mean *anything*, I'll bite your throat. "
@DreamingFair โ He continued to watch him, cautious to see how he'd behave... And when he saw no malice, and only the look of a pleading puppy ; he relented.
Sighing, the overbearing smell of wolf filled his senses, and he covered his nose slightly.
" ...you stink. " ร
@DreamingFair โ His growl was a warning ; starting in his throat, and threatening to end in the others. When the hand that assisted him was removed, he'd somewhat relax. The ear that was injured twitched ; and he scoffed in response.
" You're still looking at me like a piece of meat. ร
@DreamingFair tactless enough to attack an animal while it's hunting? "
His tone was pure deception. Soft, yet his words sharp, he challenged the larger beast whilst his tail bushed out, he gave him a look over as though studying his profile closely.
@DreamingFair โ The words brought a narrow to his eyes, baby blues watching every move and anticipating another attack. He took in the figure of the wolf ; and their difference in size was daunting. To imagine he had almost been locked in his jaw was terrifying.
" Are all wolves ร
@DreamingFair in his throat, baby blue eyes took in scrapes from rubble. Then, his gentle gaze would snap Accusingly to the other. Despite fair, sweet features that couldn't scream dangerous, he let out a warning sound at the words.
@DreamingFair เฉโงห ๐ฆ โ โ Keeping a safe distance between the two, resolving to a human form wouldn't take long. When hands replaced paws, and all that remained was the bushy, blonde tail and a pair of equally light ears atop his head, he focused on injuries.
A soft grumble, gentle ร
@DreamingFair เฉโงห ๐ฆ โ โ Despite the ringing pain from his ear, his attention was stolen by the gunfire. The small animal would rise to it's legs ; though weak, having been forced into rubble at an uncomfortable angle, and attempted to flee.
Despite the weakness in his legs ร
@DreamingFair blue eyes swallowed ; pupils, and panic was enough adrenaline to bring him to his legs ; frail frame meaningless, in the eyes of death his strength had to be certain.
When he had enough room to wiggle from his grasp, the fox would bite into the ankle of the other - hard ร