Vathmos was sniffing the pile, nosing around in it. She was about to pull out a rabbit when she heard foot steps behind her. She snapped the rabbit in her jaws, then snapped around, a snarl uttering from her throat, then relaxed when she saw it was Wormwood. Her attention was too focused on the kill to decipher it was him when he walked up.
She gently dropped the rabbit back on the ground near the rest of the food. "Don't sneak up on me when I'm about to eat, Wormwood." The statement was laced with a threatening tone. She couldn't help it, she was too accustomed to starving and fighting for food to be calm around it. New friends or not, she just couldn't let herself put her guard down yet.
She listened to his question with ears perked forward. "Busy?" She looked at her food. "No longer, uh..." Vathmos weighed this fight in her head, noting Wormwood's size advantage and other weapons. Vathmos primarily attacked with her bite- she didn't have claws she could grapple onto and rip into her opponents with. She would have to use a tactic of getting in a few bites then retreating outside of his threat range. Vathmos didn't think of him as threatening, however. It was possible she could beat him. It wouldn't be that easy. He thinks I'm a good fighter?
"Sure, I guess. We could spar."
She gently dropped the rabbit back on the ground near the rest of the food. "Don't sneak up on me when I'm about to eat, Wormwood." The statement was laced with a threatening tone. She couldn't help it, she was too accustomed to starving and fighting for food to be calm around it. New friends or not, she just couldn't let herself put her guard down yet.
She listened to his question with ears perked forward. "Busy?" She looked at her food. "No longer, uh..." Vathmos weighed this fight in her head, noting Wormwood's size advantage and other weapons. Vathmos primarily attacked with her bite- she didn't have claws she could grapple onto and rip into her opponents with. She would have to use a tactic of getting in a few bites then retreating outside of his threat range. Vathmos didn't think of him as threatening, however. It was possible she could beat him. It wouldn't be that easy. He thinks I'm a good fighter?
"Sure, I guess. We could spar."
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