<span style="color: #FF8000">The little rodent glared at the female who boldly walked right away from him. Golden orbs narrowed slightly with agitation and his tail twitched from side to side. Falling forward on to all four of his tiny paws, he walked slowly after her before leaping up on to a over turned tractor to watch what was going to happen. The female was quite the acrobat, leaping up and grabbing a semi-loose chain and dragging to to herself. Interesting way to form brass knuckles indeed, but effective none the less. His bushy tail twitched from side to side slowly, as a male stepped out from the shadows and seemed to assault the female. Broken hand, kinky little kiss. How....ominous. Then, miracle of miracles, the little perverted twist actually spoke. Cag chuckled to himself in his own personal mind. This was not like any other horror movie. The little twists where so intriguing.<br/><br/>As the man began to drag her away, the tiny squirrel followed. He crept after them, chest centimeters from the ground as he stalked after them. Eyeing all the pretty, sharp objects he chuckled again to himself, not realizing his own powers of telepathy where shielding his mind against the boy's own powers of mind reading. The girl freaked however, and Cag watched with wide amused eyes from a perch upon blood encrusted table strewn with all kinds of implements of obviously disgusting purposes. Several saws, a gore encrusted chainsaw, a hand full of various knives, and a odd looking farm tool the panwere had never seen before in his life or heard of. But none of this mattered at the moment. What did matter where the events unfolding before himself.<br/><br/>The female was feisty, and nailed the boy directly in his family jewels. He probably wouldn't be producing any offspring now, or ever as a matter of fact. Based on his taste and personality though, it didn't matter that much. What did matter, was the fact the female was in dire trouble. Having attempted her escape, she had failed miserably. Deciding it was time to intervene, the male quickly picked another strand of DNA from the hundreds floating through his body and concentrated upon it. As he did this, his muscles of his back legs contracted then expanded, propelling the small furry animal like a brown missile towards the cannibalistic male before him. The problem was, the "small furry animal" was no longer exactly that small. Bones snapped and ground as they shifted in mid-air. Fur lengthened and darkened in to a deeper brown and finally to an almost black, with black around each paw and a inch wide band of white. A white mask wrapped around his face and eyes, reminiscent of a raccoon's mask while brutal claws extended from each of his four paws. <br/><br/>At a substantial weight of sixty nine pounds, the now wolverine barreled in to the back of the male abusing the female Ca'guuror had come to seen. With claws extended, fangs bared, and a deep snarling bark emanated from his throat. Slashing the back of the man open from the middle of his back over his shoulder and rolling over the man's shoulder. A back leg slashed backwards, tearing a jagged slash across the man's cheek as well as Cag landed upon his feet and spun, body lowered slightly to the ground with fangs bared and snarling in the direction of the other male. He was standing protectively between the cannibal and the female now, golden hues staring challengingly at the male who had hurt the female. His dark fur was bristled slightly in agitation, and ready to attack again at the slightest hint of aggression. He would not hesitate to rip this freak to shreds here and now, but he was always willing to allow an opponent to back down and choose life.</span>