Nov 19 2015, 10:39 AM

Black stood silent and quivering for a long moment, pale eyes wide. His hackles stood on end, so that he appeared to have a bristling brush extending up from his back.
Fisher was speaking, and he quickly jerked over toward the mustelid, running his wet nose briefly over Fisher's fur--receiving a slight static shock for his effort. He looked up, ignoring it, growling fiercely toward the... skeletons? Things. His wrinkled muzzle lifted and curled, fangs bared past pink gums. The rumble that emanated from him seemed to come directly from his chest, deep and reverberating.
His egg. No. He waited, tense, but the moment the things drew closer he abruptly charged, barreling toward one with a sharp, deep bark that echoed over the rocks.
He leapt, heavy body tensing and sailing rather majestically toward one of the things, legs tucking up beneath him. For a brief moment he appeared almost athletic, all muscle and black fury. But he wasn't athletic, he was heavy, and he was certainly not agile. He missed, the thing easily avoiding his blundering charge, and he crashed into the rocks with a growling "oof."
His rage only increased as he started to stagger up and turn, but until he got back onto his feet, he was vulnerable.
@Fisher