The Vor gives a hissed cry of its own surprise as Dragox's fall is a lot less graceful than expected. Or desired, rather; the Vor briefly releases its hold from the larger furre's leg, slithering and shifting to turn its body around, so its jaws were over Dragox's ankles instead of his calves.<br/><br/>With the aid of its multiple legs it quickly works to renew its constrictive coil; trying to move against the thing's muscles is like trying to resist a fat steel cable. This time the creature is trying to curl around both of Dragox's legs, its jaws hanging open as it experiments awkwardly with an angle to bite from. The gape of its lower jaw makes its intentions obvious, yet it pauses and looks at Dragox, tilting its head fractionally. Hunger's written all over its face!