Thygor hands down the fennec on a tree stump, watching in amusement as it wriggles<span style="font-style: italic">oh so desperately</span>... He cant' help but lick his lips at Johan's words, parting his jaws in a quite impressive display of jutting fangs.  It's all for a good show, of course - now that he hasn't to<span style="font-style: italic">pretend </span>anymore, he can delight at the sight of the helpless, terrorized prey.<br/><span style="color: #40BF80">"Maybe ... we could get sssssome informationssss out of him firssst?" he suggests, sliding by Johan's side and hissing so closely to his ear. "I'm ssssure the promissse of eventual mercy and freedom would grant his cooperation..." </span><br/>He gazes again at the fennec, studying his delicate features and then staring straight into his bright blue eyes.<br/><span style="color: #40BF80">"Of courssse, he sssshould be aware that any scream or other attempt to draw attention on our position will be sssssilenced in the most abrupt and definitive way..."</span>He licks again his (metaphorical) lips.