The wolf is startled by the new voice, but instead of instantly swallowing what was in his mouth, which was the usual reaction by most civilized sentients, he drops his ears low, to pick up movement rather than words, turning toward the sound of a beating heart, and being faced with a lovely beauty of a wolfess.<br/><br/>He recognized her only vaguely, from his class on engineering, he believed. Macro's learned that in highschool so they weren't always breaking buildings when they tripped, or tried to sit down. They learned exactly how much weight the buildings could hold, and then were asked how much they weighed, which got some hard look from females, but it was a useful course overall.<br/><br/>Staring at the wolfess, trying to place a name, he finally found it deep in his mind, Trillian. He'd always thought it had a lovely sound to it, especially when he rolled the r. It made his nose tickle, and usually got him to sneeze if he was anywhere near it. Looking at her he leaned down, moving the kitty into the front of his mouth, and tucking him into a cheek, nearly drowning him with spit before he swallowed that down, leaving a nice, kitty shaped bulge in his muzzle.<br/><br/>"Hi Trillian. I found some littles in Mrs. Ard's class when I went in, and so I decided to have some fun with them, otherwise they'd scare the day lights out of her. I've got a kitty named Tozoku in my mouth, and this green fox here is Galevin, and, say, I seem to have a stow away too," said the wolf, pulling Zann off his pants leg, holding him up to his eye for a moment.<br/><br/>"Well, that's three. If you want, I can share. Galvein's a willing prey, I'm pretty sure Tozoku's not, and as for this guy, I don't know," Beowulf told her with a smile, that ended up pressing the throughly soaked Tozoku up against his barred fangs, his lower half trapped in the wolf's lip, while his upper was staring out at the world, right at Tril.