Distracted by the pack of predators he didn't notice three coming up behind him only to be picked off and he didn't notice the human climbing up the twisted thick roots of a tree to get a better vantage point to shot the little beasts. He would have been pleased if he had known since that meant the human wasn't in his way and more importantly, wouldn't be torn apart by the wretched creatures. Though he would never admit it out loud he appreciated the fact the human helping him instead of being a hindrance.<br/><br/>Ignoring the gun shots behind him, he focused on the remaining pack members, claws ripping into their scaled bodies. It was very unusual for a pack to be so large. It was certainly larger than any pack he had encountered before but that only meant he needed to work extra hard to drive them off and reaffirm his place as apex predator, needed to make them remember who was superior. He didn't know what went on in their small heads though past experience had taught him that they were not very smart and were driven more by instinct then intelligence therefore could be driven off now that most the pack was dead. Or so he hoped.<br/><br/>He raised himself up on his hindquarters and let out a deep thunderous roar giving them a good look at his sharp teeth and curved claws. The reaming predators stopped and backed up, their baleful yellow eyes widening. The sudden movement caused his injured wing to shift sending white hot lances of pain though his shoulder. Hissing in pain he drops back down to all four hoping the stupid things didn't realize how hurt he was. If they got it into their tiny brains they would do a lot of damage by attacking his injured wing and weaken him.....he pushed that thought to the side. He couldn't show any weakness now.<br/><br/>The last few hesitated, sleek scaled bodies constantly moving, leaping, bending, twining in and around each other as if they couldn't make up their minds whether to attack or not. Growling he stepped over a headless corpse, head lifted high. A faint smirk tugged at the edges of his lips as the few remaining members of the pack stilled then darted off into the jungle, vanishing into the shadows.<br/><br/>"They won't return." voice tinged with pain he turns to see the fleshing he had been forced to partner with crouching over a corpse near the base of a tree, a knife sunk deeply into the slender long neck. Blood dripped down the ruination that was his left arm. "Your wound. How bad human?” Due to his unfamiliarity with huamn anatomy he's only mildly concerned about the puddle of crimson mixing with the oily greed blood of the dead creature.