Hunter: 1/5

With her wound healing nicely, Mullock has ventured from Jaxxon's side for the mere purpose of boredom. She is fond of him, surely, but there is a natural desire for solitude among the ranks of the feline. She cannot be within his grasp at all times. And besides, now that her hind leg is moving better, she would like to hunt for herself. There is a deep tradition of taking lives that she must adhere to, for all must know the taste of death at some point.

Even she, with her three times three lives, will one day cease to be. And she welcomes it with open arms.

But perhaps, not this day. She stops at the base of a tree, looking up at the birds within. Carefully, she begins chirping along with them, her voice mimicking the patterns. Perhaps they will hear her call and resolve to make her job easy. But rarely they do. Rather, this makes them less likely to flee until it is too late.

Dog hasn't been exactly well cared for.

With his owner off doing a training montage on the other side of the planet (as far as he's aware), he's been stuck hunting the little things, birds and rabbits, foxes, cats. You know, same old shit that he used to hunt. Really, everything's about the same as it was before appearing here without that sadistic child hanging around.

And it wasn't like anyone's...told him...not to chase any cats.

So when he heard the tell tale chattering of a hunting kitty while he was snooping through the snow for squirrels his ears perked, tail wagging quickly behind him before he took off at a sprint. Thumping loudly through the forest and barking in quick succession once he spotted the cat, not slowing down one bit in his approach.

She and the birds notice the barking before anything terrible can be done. The birds fly off, and Mullock glances behind her to see a slavering mutt drawing towards her. Her ears pin back as she kicks into action. By the base of a tree she is, so up the tree she goes. Even with her healing wound, climbing is an easy feat. She finds herself on a low, sturdy branch, staring down at the pursuer below.

"Heed thy higher functions," she calls down, a disdainful hiss in her voice. "Surely you are capable of speech and thought, are you not? Or are you one of the mindless carrion worms with no purpose other than to die? Am I wasting my breath beseeching your higher will?" She digs her claws into the branch. Certainly, he couldn't get up here. Wolves can climb trees, but not well. She can only hope this one isn't intelligent enough to realize this.

Up and up and up she goes, with the dog snapping his teeth behind her, wagging his tail furiously and barking up the tree. Yes, he could speak, and yes he could understand her...somewhat. The cat was using a lot of big words that he didn't know, but that didn't really matter to it.

What matters was she was lively, and his mouth was drooling just thinking of getting his teeth around her torso. Sure, he'd probably feel bad...later. Much later.

If he can even catch the little kitty cat in the first place!

Come down! I just wanna play! He was jumping up, snapping his teeth just below the branch before realizing this was much too high for him and electing to stand on his hind legs and claw at the bark instead. Prommyyyy

"I am, alas, in possession of a brain. I do not 'play.'" Her words are simple. "You degrade yourself, and I can hardly see-- Oh, hello, my Chosen." The fluff on her ridge seems to go down as she watches the flesh be torn. Relaxing slightly on the branch, she touches her haunches to the wood and lifts a single paw to clean her face. A single gesture, a simple one of approval.

"Alas, I would be remiss to mention the possibility of destruction should you continue such a pursuit," she continues to Bad Dog, her words light and airy. Then, to Jaxxon, with a note of affection, "I seek not mercy, by the by. Punishment is to be within your discretion, dear Chosen. I trust thy stalwart judgment."

Dog was much too focused on the task at hand, trying to catch a cat, to be...Aware of the growling coming from Jaxxon, at least until he felt the man's teeth in his flesh and suddenly he was tossed through the air like a ragdoll. He had the grace to yelp, flying briefly before landing and falling over, rolling once for good measure to get away from an imagined bite coming for him next.

If it had been Polly, she'd have gone right on the attack.

So, perhaps her dad was nicer? He'd only made him bleed a little bit after all.

Dog tucked his paws under him, looking up at the younger man with his ears back before looking up at the cat with Want before looking back to Jaxxon and his teeth. Touch who?

Not the cat, right?

Clueless man.