The tiny green thing was trying to get away from the red wolf, he could see that, but he was having a devil of a time doing it. Not all that surprising, considering Mrs. Ard slept on her desk, and when she did she often scratched at it with her long claws. Those things had worn ruts into the wood that tripped him up, and with a snatching grab, the olf held the thing, a vulpine by the look, in his hand as he sat down in the chair and leaned back, crushing the teachers jacket behind his own back as he stared at his catch.<br/><br/>"So, what to do with you? It would serve the guy who brought you here right if I ate you instead of him, and I am still a little hungry," said Beowulf as he licked his chops, allowing his breath to wash over the small fox, scented with the smell of digesting meat.