The Vor, of course, doesn't quite grasp Dragox's nervousness on the level of "apprehension caused by darkened warehouse". The Vor picks it up more to the tune of exhibited weakness, which has the domino effect of further and further exciting the small hunter.<br/><br/>As if Dragox's prey mindset was tangible, the Vor tenses responsively and coils, watching the bigger furre stop and scratch his arm. Dragox speaks, but not to the Vor, who obviously remains unnoticed. Its beady eyes are locked on his limp ... that<span style="font-style: italic">tantalizing</span>limp.<br/><br/>As Dragox started to walk again, the Vor lunged fluidly from the shelf, hitting the ground with a serpentine grace; its tension immediately translates this movement into a multi-legged leap for the back of Dragox's knee on the leg of the foot he'd hurt. The Vor bites at the leg for a hold, and with a constrictor-like throw of weight attempts to coil itself bodily around Dragox's calf and ankle, intending to trip him!