Brian, that was what he still thought of himself as, did not rise or comment on the goings on.  It was all pointless posturing to him.  He had been dreaming, though, when they woke them with their prattling.  Dreaming of Twist again.  Of her dieing rattle as she convulsed on his body, her warm blood flowing onto him.  Maybe it was best that he did not go back to sleep.  So, he got up, his chain rattling, and hunkered down in his shadowy patch of the 'den.'  He watched the stupid carnivores and made notes to himself.  Stab here or there or slash that.  The fight never stopped.  If the lupines thought they weren't already fighting in here, it was because they were stupid predators.  Herbivores knew that you never stopped watching, planning, making ready.<br/><br/>Even now, he thought about how he could kill them with his chain if they managed to get lose like the bear had done once.  Use the weight to smash their shins, use the length to choke them.  It was risky with his size and weight.  Perhaps, he was better off using the chain like a morning star to brain them once they were prone.<br/><br/>That was life for Brian now.  It wasn't that Leap had taken over, he was just practical.  You didn't survive if you were not practical.  His fingers flexed, remembering the weight and solidness of the haft of his spear.  He took the last bit of advice to heart, though.  He had thought the same thing, they would all go one show tonight.  many of them were stars in the arena.  And, the stupid humans would love to fight their favorite warriors just like he had always wished to go toe-to-toe with Mike Tyson when he was younger.  He only wondered if they'd get their weapons in the forest-those that were chosen.<br/><br/>His vision shifted to the others and he watched, like always.