The cat-like Wyrsa hissed softly, their glowing baleful yellow eyes never blinking as they starred their prey down, not detoured by the gun shots in the least. The rank stench of blood in the air only furthered their furry and wanton blood lust. Their scaled lithe bodies slithered through the shadows like some outwardly monster as they surrounded their prey, hissing and growling, glistening saliva dripping from their jaws.<br/><br/>Startled by the unexpected shot he stiffens slightly. He hadn't been anticipating the flesh bag to help him and it catches him off guard completely. Why was the fleshing helping? Perhaps this human was different from the others. That or he had some ulterior motive. Either way he needed the flesh-bags help to take the pack out even if he would never admit it out loud. He was injured and couldn't properly defend himself from the wretched creatures. A low growling hiss tears him from his thoughts.<br/><br/>Ignoring the light drizzle of rain he watched the sleek beasts. The thick sheltering canopy caught most downpour so only a small fraction ever made it the bottom but the storm was the least of his concerns. The pack and his injuries were his main concern. The smell of blood was only driving them into frenzy, making them lose what little fear they had. When one leapt for the human he pushed his growing anger and hatred for the flehslings down and lunged for the creature, jaws biting down on its midsection. He bites down. Hard. Scales and bones crunching. Snarling in disgust as thick oily bitter green blood floods his mouth he drops the corpse before attacking another one. Powerful jaws crushing its fragile body while his thick tail lashes out catching another one just below the ribs and sending it sailing through the air. It landed with a yelp, its spine broken.<br/><br/>Like a hellish black tide the remains of the pack charged. Too distracted by the fearless attack he doesn't realize that they are not alone and there are other intruders, human ones, in his domain.<br/><br/>"Stay behind me fleshing if you value your life." he hissed out, moving until he stands in-front of the human and braces himself. Large blue eyes narrowing he lashes out with one large paw sending one beast flying with crushed ribs and a collapsed lung while one doges his furious swipes and shoves its narrow muzzle under the platting and sinks its teeth into the base of his neck drawing a low growl of pain. Enraged he grips the little beast and rips it away along with a chunk of his own flesh and flings it away. He felt something warm trickle down his broad chest though he can't tell if its rain or blood.<br/><br/>Not that it would have mattered if it was blood. He can't stop until the creatures are dead or flee back into the dense jungle.