"Dammit why do we have to go to this school?"
"Because our mom went here and she's paying for our lessons. And because we don't have enough cash to pay for even one on our own. The school's got a few other unique species around here so we have a better chance of fitting in. So you be good, we make a good first impression, maybe we don't end up ridiculed the whole time we're here Luke."
"That, and there's bound to be dozens if not hundreds of hot chicks at a fancy college in a castle like this. Seriously, where else can you find something like this? Man, we should have dressed better. Really, blue's not gonna get us any good girls today."
This was the typical sort of conversation you'd get from the young Hydra wandering his way from town toward the school, staying closer to the woods than the open fields side of the road. He wasn't a fan of conventional methods of travel, mainly because he had yet to find a car seat that was comfortable to sit in. He also had trouble finding good shoes, usually choosing to go barefoot.

"Hey guys? Um... I smell something."
"Luke's bad breath?"
"NO! His is better than yours anyway, so enough of that. It's kinda strange, dunno, like some big animal?"

Now there is a definite advantage to being a Hydra. At least one head was almost always on the lookout for trouble. This time it was Roderick, after catching whiff of a strange smell he saw what looked like a very large paw print. "You guys see that? What the heck could make something like that? Like... a really big dragon print?"

What sucks though, is that one of the three had common sense enough to want to avoid any sort of tracks from a huge creature. The other two were more curious than concerned, and generally the two out of three would win out in controlling their body. Maverick just wanted to get to school while his two sides wanted to see what made those tracks.

‘Typical, just when I think I have something pinned and ready to eat, someone come romping in and mucks it up’ thought a large red dragon as he watched his latest prey, a buck, scramble to its feet and bound away into the surrounding forest as the sound of voices flitted through the trees. Three times this week he had caught a deer or pig and was chased off from his catch before he could kill it by wandering, chattering folk. This time it sounded like three people, yet they had identical voices and Frosk could only smell one person. Carefully, so that he wouldn’t be heard, the dragon slunk deeper into the forest so that he could come up behind the fool that dared interrupt his meal.

‘Three days without food will make anyone a bit snappish, but seeing as I’m always snappish...it only makes me worse!’

It was the hunting season, he figured, that or some local folk had been driving off the prey animals for other reasons, as Frosk hadn’t had much luck with seeing many food items lately, and there were almost always deer around here. Frosk stepped out onto the road and spied an odd sight before him. About fifty feet in front of him was a large figure, sporting not one, but three heads. This confused him greatly, as he had never seen such a creature before, well, once, but that was a long time ago and it was being hunted by the local folk for being a murderer. And it wasn’t an anthro.

Now here an anthro one walked, fully clothed - which the one he had seen ages ago wore nothing - down this deserted road, talking amongst themselves as if there wasn’t a care in the world between them. The large red dragon was curious, but also quite hungry and was sure the school or where ever this thing was from wouldn’t miss him terribly. He started to stalk it, keeping at least a hundred feet between him and the Hydra.

But soon they came to a halt and stopped bickering, after a moment they bent over to look at what appeared from this position, to be a dip in the road. This caught Frosk’s attention, bringing him out of his hunting pose, which was a belly low to the ground and head damn near touching the earth one, and slowly, so that he didn’t make a sound, approached the Hydra anthro. As he was much taller than the beast under him Frosk leaned over the bent figure to see what it was observing and raised an eyebrow.

‘A footprint....one of mine maybe, or mother’s....’ he mused, his position now cast a shadow over the Hydra and the footprint. Quickly so that it wouldn’t see him, Frosk ducked away into the trees, though he cursed under his breath as his tail brushed against a bush, making it sway. If the Hydra saw anything, it would be only a red snake like shape, darting into and running through a bush, not realizing, perhaps, that it was a tail.

‘It could be smart and put two and two together, but I doubt it would think that thin’ and here he shuddered at the thought ‘tail belonged to the dragon that made that print.' Frosk kept backing up into the darkness of the forest, and reared up at last, so that all that could be seen of him was the tiny ‘bush’ shape on the very tip of his barbed tail, which swished this way and that in front of him like grass in the wind. And his glowing white eyes, so high up above the ground, that one might not noticed them, or if they did, might pass them off as belonging to a perched owl in a tree. Here he would wait, and then strike when it got close enough.

"Guys? Classes, headmaster, gotta meet him, hello? Are you two even listening to me?" Maverick gave up on trying to persuade them what was the right thing to do and instead began focusing on keeping an eye out for trouble. Anything that made a print that big wasn't worth being surprised by. In fact that would probably make all three of them into a bite sized snack. Maverick did manage to turn around and see a flash of red and a waving bush, putting two very simple facts together. Fact number one, something was out there and it was definitely red. Fact number two, there wasn't a single wild animal of any size even close to that which had such a bright color fur, scale, or hide aside from mythical beasts. And he'd definitely know, he was HOPING to study to be a vet and wildlife supporter. Birds could be in all sorts of colors yes, other animals did have some variety, bears for instance. None as far as he had studied would evolve in such a manner as to blatantly call attention to itself though. "Okay, we REALLY need to stop right now. Something is very wrong here and I don't want to end up in a monster's stomach today."

Luke was starting to wonder if maybe Mavvy was right about that. "Five minutes, we check things out for five minutes then we head back to the road and on to the stupid school." He had always been more of a "head in the clouds" kind of head, wondering about fantastic things, impossible events, he was the kind who would believe in ghosts and goblins and such without a second thought. And he was also constantly wondering what it would be like to have wings, or to get really drunk or stoned. He wanted to be a psychologist, psychiatrist, maybe even a doctor. Anything that would let him study the mind and different ways it could be altered. Of course he also wanted to be a paranormal investigator but... paying job first mom always said. Find the non-paying job you like and start off by calling it a hobby, do it in your free time.

Perhaps Roderick was so curious about this because he got the strong feeling that their first day in this new college the other two wouldn't be letting him get to second base with the first sexy person they ran across. Their classes were usually boring anyway, medical stuff, wildlife, how dull could you get? Now art, there was something worth putting effort into. Sure you save some animal or find out why a guy's depressed you get some sort of small appreciation but if you make a monument, or if you paint a famous painting, people remembered you throughout the ages. Oddly enough this led him to loving history as well. "It's interesting, different, and how often do you get a chance to follow a monster's trail like this? Hey, neither of you misplaced the digital camera did you? I want to be sure if we find something we get a good image. I hate trying to draw or paint from memory." Roderick kept them going into the woods and ignored any possibility of danger. They were a Hydra, he'd heard stories from dad about how predators would flee from even a wounded one of their kind.

‘So, two of the three are stupid....this should make things easy’ Frosk grinned as this thought came to him. He let his tail shake a bit more, it being bright purple would definitely attract the attention of the Hydra, who would love to investigate this new happening if their words were anything to go by. Frosk made a slight whimpering noise, then drug the tail in more in jerking movements, like something large being snatched and pulled in by something a bit too small for the job, much like a dog does a deer. He then yelped, and sneered at how helpless the noise came out as. ‘Glad I’m faking it’ he smirked.

Again he started to move so that he had room to draw them as far away from the road as possible, still making the soft whimpering or yelping sounds. In a way, he didn’t so much as sound like an animal that was being drug, more like one that was hurt and was afraid of what ever was following it and could only drag itself slowly due to the injuries. At last they were deep enough in that the darkness almost consumed the area, now only his eyes and the violet parts of him could be seen through the filtered light. He stepped a little further away from the Hydra and let out a low growl, but keeping it light enough so that the Hydra would think the injured animal had no where else to run and was just defending itself; it wouldn’t do if the Hydra thought the animal was too big for it to handle.

‘I sound like a large lynx or maybe a young puma at best’ he smirked at the deviousness of his plan, as none of his kind, save perhaps his mother, would ever think to draw your prey in by making it think you were some helpless animal. Now he hissed, still sounding much smaller than he was, though it was hard to mimic something smaller than you when your vocal chords were made for loud and big sounds. ‘But I’ve got to keep it up don’t I’ Another low growl and he made a mock swipe at them, his paw staying just out of sight of them, yet hitting a bush nearby, it was obvious the ‘small injured animal’ was trying to scare them off.

He let out another low whimper and curled up on himself so that he was just a large ball shape in the darkness, though only a small bit of him would show up on the dim outskirts of the patch of light nearby. He looked as big as a near grown bear cub, but red (perhaps it had mange and lost its hair?), and certainly wouldn’t pose much of a threat to a Hydra, but if they were to get right up on him and use a light, they would see that the small red parts they see of him are only the little bit of his belly, thighs, forearm and tail base. The rest was hidden in shadow.

‘I should be congratulated on this splendid idea’

Frosk whimpered again and stayed in his uncomfortable position as it would be all worth it soon.

And now there was a sudden reversal in their roles. The part of a wounded creature was a brilliant effort on Frosk's part whether he knew it or not, Mavvy always wanted to help out hurt animals ever since he was little. Mainly since when he was a kid he saw this big bully kicking a dog and he chased the person off, came back, and cared for the dog for days until it was doing better. Luke on the other hand was the only one to hear those sounds and consider the risk to themselves. "Whatever it is deeper in, it definitely sounds like it doesn't want our company. I think I change my vote to leaving now."

"But if it's hurt then we need to help it. If you were laying in the dirt injured wouldn't you want someone passing by and able to assist? And wouldn't you be grateful they did come to your rescue?"

"Besides Luke, we're a Hydra. We don't get sick, we don't get hurt too easily, and we've got enough muscle to handle any little struggles." Whether they liked it or not they were both broad and muscular. Having three heads and all having their own desires it generally made sleep quite a challenge. Sometimes one or two heads would be sound asleep as the third felt like taking out some frustrations before bed, hitting a punching bag or lifting weights to wear himself out. He was still a far cry from say Blake's sheer power but it was usually enough.

Normally the three of them weren't exactly reckless but there were three different opinions on what was or wasn't a good idea. Roderick was at the point where he just didn't want to admit that his curiosity about the big creature might have been a poor choice but he didn't really worry about anything. He was your typical "if I'm in a car crash I'll be the only one to come out unscathed." What he had led them into this time though was considerably worse than a car crash. He and Mavvy kept their focus forward while Luke took his turn as the "rear guard" and kept an eye out for possible escapes or trouble. Then he saw something that was a little disturbing for this situation. "Guys? Deer tracks, heading in another direction. If there really were a hurt animal back there that needed us why would a deer go right on by instead of swinging wide? Maybe these tracks are a little old but still."

But it wasn't enough to convince them, they kept going forward and now Luke was along for the ride like it or not. Though by the end he probably would appreciate the "fantasy" element of what they were getting into, it was just a question of how long he'd get to enjoy it. For waiting ahead unbeknownst to them was the fair chance of ending up in a dragon's stomach. Mav finally saw something that looked like an animal, a very strange one but definitely from the looks of things one that would need help. He urged the others to let him have more control, stepping in slowly and leaning down a little to look less intimidating. "Don't worry fella, we're not going to hurt you."

The whimpering suddenly stopped at the voice as if pausing to listen to the comforting words, but then the weight of the creature shifted a little and a soft chuckle could be heard.

“No, you may not want to hurt me” he growled low, his voice sounding like it belonged to an anthro at first before he brought the volume up more “but I am going to hurt you!”. His left forearm now bearing his weight, Frosk lifted his right arm so that it was out of the way of his whipping tail, which he brought out from under him so fast it looked like a blur. The tail caught the Hydra around the middle and lifted him off the ground, as this happened Frosk let out a loud manic cackle. He smirked, his head in full light now, showing off his beautiful markings and scarred face. Slowly, he walked toward them, his body language displayed pure pride, power and madness. His expression then changed to one of blank indifference, as he brought his tail around again to try and wack the Hydra, when this failed, he tried something different.

With a loud hiss Frosk lashed out with his sharp teeth, his body slamming into the nearby trees and bushes with a loud crack. His mouth tried to wrap around the Hydra’s upper back, so that he couldn’t get away, but it was hard with the three heads there and the fact that he, Frosk, was wedged between two large trees who didn’t have a lot of space between them. But Frosk would not be deterred, with a quick jerk, he pulled the Hydra off the ground by what little he had of him in his mouth and then released him once his head was high enough off the ground, so that the Hydra sailed straight up and hung in the air for a few seconds, before plummeting into the open jaws of the waiting dragon.

While it's not exactly common for all three heads to have the same goal, and with a very carefully trained eye you can spot a few little twitches and spasms from mixed signals being sent throughout the body, in a life or death situation there's no more room for error. All those little twitches have to be cleared up, and fast. Either all three of them have to be in perfect sync to work together or a single one has to take absolute control for a while to ensure no errors. In this case after the initial swearing and mental poundings they were giving themselves the three heads all had the same goal in mind. Survive. The moment it started talking Mavvy had a bad feeling and was soon justified in it.

The tail was definitely something to be feared, and admired if you asked Luke. The initial contact had them knocked back a few feet and they could feel a broken rib or three. Thankfully it seemed that either the knockback or a premature strike on the beast's part had put the Hydra mostly out of range from the following swing and the lunge that came right after it. Normally in all those storybook scenes where a lone knight is fighting a huge dragon they like to show the knight winning and never getting hurt, sometimes never even getting hit. These three could now certify just how ridiculous that concept was, huge dragons were not slowpokes, they were explosive and could strike as quick as lightning. They managed to mostly duck out of the way of the bite but what little caught them was enough to seriously hurt and result in a "worst possible nightmare" kind of situation.

Now was a very good time to have been wishing for wings as they fell down into that waiting maw, two of the three screaming and the third letting out more of an angered roar. Roderick was thinking back on all the stories their dad told them, how supposedly their kind was the least desired meat in the world. An abhorrent flavor much like poison, engine grease, and a few other choice disgusting substances all rolled into one. If that was true then this dragon would be spitting them out in a moment but he wasn't counting on it. Instead Roderick got them focused on trying to avoid becoming impaled on the sharp fangs or sliding down its gullet on the slippery tongue. Not exactly a simple task considering that those two options were about ninety percent of the dragon's mouth but he managed to dig their claws into the tongue just a little, enough to roll them down and around the side to try and get below it at least. Still not exactly a comfortable place to be but better than trying to defy gravity and jump up out of the maw and get chomped on in the process. "DAMN DRAGON SPIT US OUT!"

Well this situation was fast going into a direction that Frosk didn’t want it to. Normally when he pulled that stunt, the food just went down nicely and didn’t try to come back up again, but this Hydra proved to be anything but normal, co-operating food. No, this Hydra was disrupting the natural balance of predator and prey. By refusing to simply perish in Frosk’s maw and join the millions of other beings who lives have been cut short by this monster, he was throwing the cosmos out of perfect aliment. Hell, he even had the audacity to order Frosk around while in the process of being eaten.

“Why would I spit you out? I’m eating you-” he was cut off by the fact that his tongue was now hanging out the side of his mouth, while the Hydra tried to use it as a means of escape by pulling it over one of Frosk’s own sharp teeth. He was starting to get a little irritated with the whole ordeal, things should be going smoothly right about now, with him sitting back and enjoying a full belly, but they weren’t. And that was not acceptable. With a quick and powerful jerk of his head, Frosk sent the complaining meal flying off toward the road again all the while keeping up a trotting pace so as not to loose sight of it. “Why, aren’t you a tough little nut to smash” he jeered, now looming over the Hydra with a sneer.

A sound from along the road made Frosk pause, it sounded like more people or at least one more person, but there could be two. He tilted his head a little to see if he could hear how close they were, but gave up after a moment, as they person or persons seemed to be moving away quickly.

‘Perhaps in a car or on a bike’ he thought as he continued to sneer at the Hydra. “Now, be a good sport and hold still, this won’t take long”

"Umm... heh, just so it's clear dragon? I had nothing to do with any of that or with the whole yelling thing. So yeah... that was all him, right there."

"Oh thanks a lot Luke, you know if he eats me that means he eats you too right?"

"Can we just focus on getting away from the towering dragon, especially its mouth and stomach? I'm not in the mood to test how quick we can regenerate from something like that." Mavvy was more upset that the dragon was trying to eat them than anything else. With no provocation, no dire need that he could see, it clearly wasn't gaunt or dying of starvation. Maybe hungry but not starving. When it paused for a moment, distracted by something the Hydra couldn't readily identify, he tried to get back to his feet and back up from the beast. Not quite as quickly as he'd want though, being thrown from a dragon's mouth and landing on your back was better than breaking your neck but their ribs had just finished knitting by the time their back took the beating. One thing at a time was okay but he wasn't looking forward to much more abuse. Hell at this rate he'd almost want to give up to avoid more of a beating but he wasn't ready to quit just yet. "It won't take long because you shouldn't be trying to chow down on us in the first place."

"Yeah, why should we be good sports anyway? You weren't, you were cheating right from the start with an ambush. You want us to just lay down and get eaten you should have tried..."

"What they mean is why us? There's got to be better food out there right, maybe bigger meals?" Though the Hydra was pretty big, in fact he probably had more meat on him than a trophy buck or maybe even a cow. Relatively well proportioned but still, there was a lot of Hydra here on the road and Luke would have to admit they would be a filling meal for something like this dragon.

Teran was quite content flying around, minding his own business. Not that he wouldn't be happy to help someone, but he hadn't expected to today. Or to even meet another True dragon. He had picked up the scent, of course, but it had been very faint at the time, and Verdy had said nothing of it. He'd assumed the dragon was gone.
"Guess again," he thought, smiling to himself.
He'd heard the commotion as he flew over, even saw some of it, so now he turned back and circled down, being as quick as he could. The dragon landed relatively quietly right outside the edge of the woods, then stopped and let out a roar. It was deep and loud, and certain to catch Frosk's attention.
The black drake walked into the trees, and it only took a few seconds before both the other dragon and the hydra were in sight of his golden eyes.
"Of course he is...anthros are not nearly as stupid as normal beasts."

Teran was smart enough to know a little cunning wouldn't hurt. He preferred to be honest, but this other drake was crazy, most likely. From what he had heard and saw of how he acted, it was a possibility.
"I don't know why you're going after him. Maybe the mountains are a better place for hunting, because I have had no trouble finding food there. Almost anyone ends up being missed, too."
He looked down at the hydra, white horns glinting where the sun hit them.
"You know, if you were going to prey on him, you should have just pounced him in the open. Works for me." he added, looking back up at the red dragon. He was quite different from any dragon he'd seen before.
He moved slightly closer to the hydra, talking as he did so.

"You picked a good spot to do it, since it's more open than a lot of other places in the forest, but I can see you're still cramped. I am too, obviously. But you're welcome to anything you want up in those mountains. Plenty of goats, deer, boar, wild cats, even some big fish in a few of the lakes. There's always abundant prey."
Teran decided it would be a bad idea to offer help, or to mention that he didn't always eat raw meat (so there was even more pry to be had).
At this point he was standing slightly over the anthro.
"Anthros never seem to taste as good as normal animals, anyway."
Total crap, of course. He'd never eaten one. But he had gotten tips from other dragons before, though he didn't know many who had done it more than once or twice, for obvious reasons.

Frosk’s blank eyes darted up toward the road when a loud roar signaled the arrival of another dragon. ‘Great, that’s all I need, some young whelp coming in to steal my food’. But the ‘whelp’ wasn’t there for his food, not to eat anyway, and as it spoke Frosk couldn’t help but sneer in distaste.

“Why of course there are more prey in the mountains, but that area is currently ruled by a newly arrived, vicious, territorial old female, who doesn’t particularly like me nor allow me in her territory”

That of course was total rubbish, true his mother did control the area and had told him not to over hunt in her area, but she would still let him hunt up there if he really needed the food. But Frosk wasn’t the kind to go begging, that’s why he hadn’t gone to Bug for anything, when he knew that the little green Anthro drake would feed him until Frosk burst if requested. The idea of asking for food or showing, like he would to his mother by hunting in her territory, that he was unable to find anything in his own land, was purely sickening. The large dragon reared up and placed one forepaw down in front of him, while raising the other up to his chest in mock horror.

“Me? Cheat? No, I merely got the better of a prey animal that wandered into my territory. And now there is another dragon here in my territory, a young whelp, that dare try and steal my food? And then suggest that I hunt elsewhere? This...thing, wandered into my land, uninvited, and when I tried to dispose of it..well. Lets just say those mouths of yours are endearing you to me” he growled the last part, now bringing his head down to the Hydra’s level and bearing his sharp teeth at him.

“Of course I picked a good spot, I always pick a good spot when hunting” Said Frosk haughtily, now deciding to circle the dragon in front of him, wearing a cruel leer. “And what is a fine thing like yourself going to do about me eating it? I may seem like a loon, but I can turn downright nasty when provoked”

He then whipped around and snapped at the Hydra, hoping to startle it enough to start running again, all the while keeping a close eye on the other dragon for the reaction he was looking for. Today had started off bad, turned ok, then leaned toward getting bad again. Now, however, it looked like Frosk may gain yet another pet, a young dragon or perhaps something more....It wasn’t well known, not even his mother knew, but Frosk was bisexual, which didn’t bode well for most species that became his pets. Anthros were for the most part safe from his tendencies, unless they were big enough to handle him. This dragon was the right size and of course not to bad looking.

But Frosk was more interested in using this tactic as a way to intimidate the young one right now, he would worry about trying to either convert him to a slave or pet later on.

“They taste just fine, these anthros. I’ve had a few myself, though not from this area. You can’t persuade me not to try and eat it...unless you have something else to barter with?”

"Ohhh crap not another one. When we enrolled here it was not to play the part of a wishbone between two hungry dragon maws. We still have time to withdraw and try one of those online schools."

"Luke, please don't give them any ideas." Mavvy wanted to jump and run when the original hunter made that leering grin and the lunge.

"Nobody's about to argue that you can be downright nasty big fella. And I probably can't argue that this is a good spot but it's not so good for me. As for cheating guess that depends entirely on whose rules you're going by. Mine say hunting anything that can talk back's cheating. And I'd thank you both not to find out how Hydra tastes. In your case big red, I'd rather not have you get ANOTHER taste. You want dinner why don't you go for a swim? Hell I'd go fishing for you if it meant staying in one piece." Out of the three of them Roderick was the least concerned about getting hurt though. He was curious if they could regrow a lost limb and how long it would take, but on the odd chance it didn't work he wanted to know before just handing out a Hydra arm as a snack.

"So... uh... you're on our side right?" Luke asked of the newcomer, trying not to focus on the more menacing dragon. Heck maybe if these two wound up fighting it'd be an easy way for them to slip away.

Teran pondered that, moving another step in, so that a little more of him was over the Hydra. Now that he had looked over the dragon, he realized he was bigger, and by quite a bit. He was shorter, but all he needed to do...
The black drake stretched his neck up all the way, getting his eye level near to the other dragon's.
"I can turn downright nasty too, and I'm bigger than you are," he said, hissing slightly.
He couldn't believe how sorely tempted he was to get pissed and tear this guy to shreds, or try. Maybe it was the fact that he'd finally met a True dragon - a hostile one - who was not one of his family, or a friend of his family.
Now he wanted to eat this anthro, this being who had a life, dreams, hopes. Just like the red dragon himself, he was sure. He would never know for certain how much intellect the animals he preyed upon had, but people were atleast far enough above to be a different matter.
The trees were getting closer, so it would be unwise, and eventually impossible, for him to go any further.

"Hell, why are you even bothering to try and intimidate me? Just because I'm young doesn't make me stupid or cowardly. And as I said, and I think you can see it, too, I'm bigger than you."
The anthro below him spoke suddenly, and he chuckled.
"Yes I am, Luke."
Then he returned his golden gaze to the drake in front of him.
"He's not a thing, or they're not a thing. Either way. Just because anthros are smaller, doesn't make them insignificant. They have feelings and ambitions too. Just like you, you arrogant-"
Teran cut himself off, cooled it. A few small sparks of fire had escaped his nostrils. He so rarely got angry that he'd just figured out he snorted fire when he was.
And he definitely knew him talking to the other drake like this wouldn't help anything. It certainly wouldn't appeal to his sense of right and wrong, morality, or his sympathy. He wasn't like that. The black dragon was simply irritated, had to get it out. Otherwise he'd start breathing fire in the other drake's face, and he doubted that would go over better.
After a few seconds, he said, "Well, since you suggested that I might have something else to barter with, why don't you tell me what you'd like? Or, perhaps, what you think it is that I have, that you could possibly want."

The "fine thing like yourself" that had been slipped into his sentence hadn't escaped his notice. He must be into males, or both sexes. That was fantastic, because he wasn't interested. Wondering if him was what he wanted, he growled faintly. That was out of the question. Maybe he could trick him into thinking...he shuddered slightly. Even if he could bear even a touch from this dragon, he doubted the red drake would ever make himself vulnerable enough for a critical hit when he was least expecting it. And he was probably smarter than that.
Teran swished his tail across the ground, then moved himself so that his tail could circle the Hydra. He didn't touch them/him, he simply made a wall out of his tail; they could barely see over this way.
So he could go along with it, for now, atleast. Let the anthro run free to safety, maybe to report this act of cruelty.