Ferals. The Typhoon has had a fair share of feral beasts wandering about the island. It surely irritates him to know the place was racked with dangerous creatures, all unable to distinguish friend from foe. He doesn't see why the island just don't kick them out, leave them on an island so they can be pitted against one another - fight themselves to the death. It surely frustrates the lightfurred male. Maybe they should use the ferals as a means of entertainment. He can surely find amusement in that. But these thoughts retreat quickly when his paws recognise tremors, tremors which run up his bones and sit at the base of his stiffened spine in a cowardly fear as though the ground were running away from him. His eyes are stone cold, silently assessing the situation when he hears a shrill of a scream, a crewmate running away from a scene and followed menacingly by a hideous roar that booms against his sensitive and tired ears. But, at the sight of that beast, his ears don't feel so 'tired' or 'sensitive' anymore. No, he was happy to have his ears warn him that there was a motherfucking giant crocodile right about to eat the trembling shape of a Typhooner. More than happy.

His eyes soon turn to Goldenluxury who daringly approaches the beast, reminding him of the time he had slept during a screening of King Kong. His ribs expand in discomfort, nostrils flaring for more air to enter his lungs whilst his core temperature begins to circulate and turn to fire. He can't help himself when he feels threatened. He wants to be a hero after all, it should be in his nature. But, as Bakugou boldly comes closer, he sees Caesar and listens to his vexed snap. Reptile out of his cage? It makes sense as to why Goldenluxury is trying to speak to the feral beast. There must be some kind of connection between The Typhoon and that crocodilian, but Bakugou surely relates to the wild surprise of Australianpaw (who he had yet to learn the name of). The reaver is, however, far too proud to let such shock overwhelm him, doing his best to maintain a look of nonchalance despite the heaviness which weighed at his lungs. The current situation, as the male gathers, should not be focused on the crocodilian but on the poor crewmate who looks as though he is about to be eaten. Respecting Goldenluxury's ability to soothe or calm others, expecting the younger feline to know what she was doing, Bakugou approaches and creates a wall of fire atop the NPC, shielding the creature with heat should the feral male attempt to take a snap at them.

"I, uh, have a deer somewhere," Bakugou suggests, but then furrows his brows when his eyes scan the beast yet again. Massive. Absolutely massive. He manages a weak addition to his words, "But that's all I have."