The Jaggi atop Anya was becoming aware of it's own state now and experiencing a little confusion in the process.  The bloodlust of the predator was warring with a far more ordinary lust now, but much to the creature's frustration it couldn't seem to figure out how a human female actually<i>worked</i>in that regard, not quite able to tell without any additional indicators that what he was looking for might lie beneath her clothing.  Given time he might have figured it out on his own but the Jaggi was impatient and with it's position, it could see one very distinct possibility within easy reach.<br/><br/>By now the Jaggi was practically fully aroused, giving Anya an easy view of his member as he raised his head out of her vision and his hips swung lower.  It was of average length compared to a human but very thick and decorated with a crown of blunted spines near the tip, giving it a rather alien appearance.  It also lacked any significant heat despite it's hardness, a reminder that the reptiles were cold-blooded, though not one that had any particular place in Anya's mind as the Jaggi unceremoniously lowered itself on it's haunches and roughly tried to thrust it's length into her mouth with a growl.<br/><br/>----------------<br/><br/>While cat had been surveying the scene and reloading her bowgun as fast as she could, she had failed to notice in turn that somethign was creeping up on her.<br/><br/>As it happened, all of the huntresses had forgotten the shapes that shadowed the edges of the clearing when the Jaggi had made their entrance but with all but two of the beasts distracted or dead the Melynx that had watched from the beginning were growing bold.  Their primary habit was stealing from passing adventurers or hunters and while this situation was a riskier one than usual it was also a perfect time for the braver members of the tribe to try and prove their worth.<br/><br/>So it was just as Cat's finger was squeezing the trigger that the most daring of the tribe reached her and promptly hit her with his staff, a tried and true technique to daze a target for those critical seconds for him to steal something and escape while the rest of the tribe closed in on her.  In this case, it had the additional effect of knocking her shot off target slightly, sending it whizzing over the Jaggi rather than distracting or killing the creature as it had been meant to.<br/><br/>Meanwhile the bravest Melynx was turning to run for cover with a magazine of bowgun ammunition in it's paws, and another four were closing in on Caitlyn.  Their job would be all the harder now that the huntress was aware of them but they had strength in numbers and something to prove, making them somewhat dangerous foes.<br/><br/>----------------<br/><br/>The Great Jaggi simply screams at her as their eyes meet, recognizing the cause of it's pain.  Were it the captain of a larger pack it would likely have been trumpeting for more of it's smaller cousins to attend to it and protect it right now but the reason it was at the edge of the territory roamed by the predators was that it's pack was small, too small to properly contest with the others for territory.<br/><br/>As it was, the Great Jaggi was alone, and was beginning to realize that this fight could spell the end of it's tribe.<br/><br/>It wouldn't give up though, it was practically incapable of giving up to tell the truth, but while it may have been injured, it had become cornered in the process, and all the more willing to lash out in an attempt to survive.  Unwilling to expose it's wounded flank to further punishment, the Great Jaggi turned as Liza charged, it's tail swinging heavily as it spun about, threatening the huntress in the process.