Crest shifted away from the little squirrel’s paw, shaking his head slowly. “No. Dangerous. Too small.” He glanced around and inhaled, wide nostrils flaring powerfully, even as he backed a few more inches away from the eager – beautiful – squirrel. Not far enough away that he couldn’t keep stroking her, though. Never that.<br/><br/>Designed to protect and, apparently, to serve, Crest’s senses were dialed up into the stratosphere. Looking toward the north, to a distant tree line that framed the vast rolling greenery that his capsule had somehow ended up on, he frowned. The tips of his teeth bumped against his bottom lip, dimpling the skin cutely as he did.<br/><br/>“Smell bad. Me no like.” To accentuate the statement, he casually extended one of his pillar-like arms toward the direction of the bad scent and withdrew one of his claws. The metallic-looking thing extended far further than one proportional to an actual cat-Neko might have and the tip seemed a little…serrated.<br/><br/>Then again, cats had barbed cocks, so who knew what Crest might be packing in terms of…added bonuses.<br/><br/>There, in the distance, a few dozen shapes seemed to shift at the edge of the wood. If they were monsters, it could mean trouble – especially so close to Laly’s home. Crest seemed almost nonchalant as his paw swept down, gripping Laly’s furry, delicious hip and he murmured,<br/><br/>“Smell bad. They come. Me smash.” He sounded entirely confident and accentuated the words with a fist against his chest. It certainly made a meaty sound.<br/>