The Were-Hyena pried himself from the turret, standing with his arms out, dripping with the grotesque bodily slime from the Kogmaw. Paying little heed to Ren's taunting, he eyes the rub-like creature. Flexing his claws, Hunger beginning to niggle at him, this insult would not got unpunished. His eyes Scour the jungle, h knows it well, able to navigate it, and move through it effortlessly, easily able to outrun this large creature. Then the Creature occupying his lane sinks into his thoughts. Extending an arm, a finger directed at Ren. "Be careful what you wish for, I'll tear you apart if you come any closer, this turret is not what you need fear!"