Ureck was settling into the idea of being full for once, working his way through his meal slowly and methodically. However, the instant the racket from outside reaches his ears, he dropped his utensils and leaned sideways to get a better view of the door. The collie was on a bit of a hair-trigger especially after the events of last night, quickly tensing up and focusing his gaze on the entryway. His mind momentarily flickered towards his concealed knife, but the thought soon vanished when the intruder turned out to be the fennec fox, not a psychotic hungry madman.<br/><br/>He listened to her little speech with a blank expression, unsure as to what she wanted from them. The collie was pretty sure this wasn't the first time a predator group had attempted a stunt like this, and in most cases "all hell breaking loose" was a more-or-less accurate description of the scene. Ureck was about to ask when-<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>"DAMNIT! GET OFF ME YOU LOON!"<br/><br/>"LOSE SOME WEIGHT, YOU FAT FURBAG, AND Y'COULD FIT IN THE DAMN DOOR!"<br/><br/>With a huge grunt of exhertion, the male fox-taur wraps his arms around the almost-identicle female and yanks her backwards with enormous force. Digging her front claws into the wooden floodboards does not help her in the least, and only serves to make a dreadful *CcrrrrEEEEEEE!* sound as she is bodily hurled backwards.</div></blockquote><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">...as if Vincent didn't have enough on his plate.</span><br/><br/>Gritting his teeth, he frowned as he watched the last of the group, the squirrel with the odd smell, file in past the excited foxtaurs. As annoyed as he was, he tried to keep level-headed and remained willing to cooperate with their questions. It was clear that this group wasn't hostile, and with weapon's like theirs it wouldn't be a good idea to get on their bad sides.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>"...Now, where were we. Last night. You four. Here, or not?"</div></blockquote><br/><br/>"Err... same as her," he said, pointing at Sherani with a sheepish smile. "What business do you have with us?" As he spoke, he began to look them over more closely, his brow furrowing as he thought. His work with the Grangers allowed him to get around town quite a bit, so maybe he had picked up a few things about the ragtag bunch. It was just a matter of remembering.<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Knowlege(esoteric) check: untrained<br/><br/>Knowledge(local) check: 1d20(13) + 9 = 22</div></div></div>