Markus yelped, his voice a mixture of confusion and anger as he was hauled away from Grant. He managed to put up a good fight, even though he was still hauled back into Ferrus' chest. Markus growled deeply, his anger focused first on Grant - who was grinning and clearly in on this - then up at the skunk looming over him.<br/><br/>He felt something wet pass over his ears, then watched as it passed down his muzzle and could smell the skunk's reeking breath, realizing the mephit had just licked him. He went to cover his nose, but hardly got the chance too as Ferrus' tail wrapped around his body. Markus thrashed and struggled, trying to break free of the tail's grip. His growling intensified as his powerful frame availed him naught in his escape attempts, accomplishing little more than rubbing the skunk's musk thoroughly into his fur. Markus wrinkled his nose in digust, his powerful sense of smell doing him no favors in such a situation.<br/><br/>"You don't know my name?" he asked, gazing up at Ferrus. "Everyone 'round here does. I'm Markus, and you made a big mistake in messing with me! I'll make both of you pay!"<br/><br/>Grant chuckled softly as he watched. In some ways, he realized, Markus was more of an optimist than he was. In all the wrong ways, it would seem, though.