Attentive red eyes followed Vasha's gaze, and once they surmised the vampire's intent, those eyes narrowed with understanding.  Vasha wanted to suck the life out of Foon Foon!  If circumstances were different, Gabriel would very much allow the vampire to do whatever she wished.  But Foon Foon was a good cattle and worth a great deal alive.  So taking the initiative, the timber werewolf sprung from his rear legs, bounding like a missile towards the cocoon of a man, knocking over chairs, tables and corpses on his way.  He pounced on the man, shoving Foon Foon's head and chest down with his large paws, claiming him with a menacing snarl.<br/><br/><strong> "Foon Foon is mine!" </strong>[/b] Gabriel bellowed, standing to his full height of nine feet.  Then he let out a sharp, ringing howl.<br/><br/>Gabriel fell to all four, his head low to the ground as he began circling Vasha.  His mouth was foaming with hatred.<br/><br/>It is difficult for the human mind to control the animal's instinct.  Gabriel was a bit abnormal.  He was sick, sadistic, violent.  If anything, he was closer to human nature than man should have been.  He took what he wanted.  If there was a conflict, Gabriel resolved that conflict by killing the opposition.  He was base.  But even he could not control his primal instinct.