They'll bust your kneecaps [o, hunting]

[glow=#000,1,400]BUT NOW I UNDERSTAND YOU, AND I WILL NOT BE PART OF YOUR DESIGNS — [abbr=tanglewood, lion, 66 months, poetking's brother]｡+ﾟ.[/abbr][/glow]

Rolling his eyes a bit at Vathmos's words, Worm slowly got up to his paws on the branch he was on, and his tail lashed slowly from side to side as he walked carefully towards the raccoon. The creature eyed him anxiously, chattering with urgency the closer he got, but it was already pretty much too late. He launched himself forward, his wings caging the creature in as he sank his teeth into it, feeling it's spine cracking in half after he put a bit of pressure into his jaws. Once it had gone limp, he spread his wings out and jumped down to the ground, the muddy earth shifting a bit beneath his large paws. Dropping the prey in front of Vathmos, the lion mumbled softly as he shook his head from side to side, his tongue out in disgust, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"That doesn't taste very good, Vathmos. Damn trash pandas don't make good prey, with all the shit that they eat... could have rabies, too. We really don't need a rabid hyena on our hands."[/glow]