"Well," he wheezed, "I know it's unorginal, but you gotta admit it's the bsis for all predator/prey interaction." Plus he'd get have a better chance; their senses and instincts against his? The odds were 50-50.<br/><br/>Ryleck could scarcely breathe under the crushing pressure of Moonfang's fingers. He didn't really have a plan other than stalling this out, but that could only be done for so long. Once the wolves actually started PLAYING he doubted he could keep it up much longer, especialy since micros at the end of such games tended to not be in much of a shape to hold interest.