EVERYTHING TO PROVE ☆ hunting...?

[dallas.]

It was nearly infuriating to Dallas, to see someone so effortlessly emerge from the shadows to snap up the prey he had been trying so hard to catch. The canine's eyes narrowed a bit at Snarl as he gazed upon the dead bird now clenched in her jaws, none too subtle hatred in his blue gaze – although it was up in the air whether it was directed at the bird, or at Snarl. The male almost didn't wanna push himself up to his paws, instead heavily considering just staying in his position laid out on the forest floor until he eventually died there, but eventually he just let out a heavy sigh, pushing himself upward. He immediately winced upon doing so, a smaller and less high pitched yelp leaving him at the pain that shot up through his side. Dal had no idea how much damage Vathmos had done when she had bitten him – Adelaide had told him when she patched him up, but at that point his attention had been more on Johnny than anything else – but it had to be a not inconsiderable amount. Letting out a slow pained breath through his teeth, Dallas barked after a long moment, "Standin' up isn't all that fun, after what that asshole other hyena did ta me... and I'm sure you think this is easy. Probably been doin' it all y'life..." The pure white hound dug his claws into the ground in frustration for a moment, his eyes glaring daggers down at the earth beneath him. It was nearly certain that if looks could kill, the ground would already be ablaze, perhaps to Snarl's delight.

Dallas's head snapped upward when another figure approached them, his eyes immediately narrowing upon realizing who it was. Speak of the devil. Almost immediately after she opened her mouth, he wanted to throw himself at her, and his ears pinned down to his skull, his words coming in a sharp growl, "Oh, fuck you! Maybe I wouldn't scream 'n' 'alert all the prey in the area' if my fuckin' side wasn't killin' me. And the rabbit isn't my fuckin' pet, he's my friend. He 'as a name." The male didn't even really make an attempt at trying to be civil with Vathmos, especially after seeing what she seemed to think was an appropriate conversation starter. The hyena was just lucky that he wasn't throwing himself at her to try and rip her apart. Sure, he was scrawny and she was a fucking hyena, but being at a disadvantage had never stopped him from initiating a fight before. When Vathmos turned to speak with Snarl, Dallas found himself rolled his eyes, slowly getting to his feet and stretching out in an attempt to alleviate the sudden pain he had been struck with. Half of him – okay, most of him – hoped that Snarl would tell Vathmos to kindly fuck off, and then maybe Snarl could teach him what the hell he was supposed to be doing... aside from not yipping, of course.