"Ah, well I suppose that means you're willing too. And you were in her jacket pocket? How weird. Did the guy who left you leave you in there, kitty, or did you climb in on your own?" asked the wolf, looking around still. There was at least one other scent in the room, something interesting too. He was determined to find it too, as he still had almost ten minutes before the class started, and that would give him five at least to get to a more private room and have some fun with these little ones.  He'd never had a whole group before, and they way the kitty and the fox talked said to him that they were willing. That usually meant there was a lot of fun to be had, espescially if the others were too.<br/><br/>"So, I'm Beowulf, and if you didn't know, he's Galevin, what's your name my feline friend?" asked Beowulf as he started to rise from the chair, sniffing around for the scent of the other little, before he could find it though, there was a loud dinging, and looking back over at the clock, Beowulf sighed.<br/><br/>"Damn clock's off again. Guess Mrs. Ard will just have to deal with whoever's left. You two are coming with me though. I know this place in the library where we can enjoy each other's company, before you slide down my throat," he said, gulpping to accentuate his point. Willing prey always seemed to like the image of a bulge traveling down their predator's neck. Once it vanished into his chest he reached forward and grabbed the two, carrying them out into the now bustling hallway, and making his way through a throng of macros, keeping his hands closed so no one could see what he was holding.