Feral
Hyaku
The Lykuhna was surprisingly strong for his size, A malachite hunter grasped the lead of the Kuhnas collar firmly and gave it a sharp yank. Feral however paid him no heed, he could smell fish, and he was going to have it with or without Hyaku's help!
Hyaku cursed himself for bringing the were-kuhna anywhere near the fishing city, as soon as the kuhna had smelt the odour of fish that hung around every part of the city, he had started going berserk. Not that that was unusual, he was berserk most of the time, hence the collar and lead he was forced to wear. But it was a shame, Hyaku had almost had Feral acting civil for a change, he had even spoken a few words, rather than snarling and growling!
Grasping the lead in his claws and digging his feet into the earth, Hyaku managed to halt the kuhnas slow but steady progress towards a pile of crates of fish, waiting to be loaded onto a ship. "Feral! Stop this nonsense!" he ordered, his voice deep and powerful. Surprisingly Feral stopped tugging and pulling on his lead and turned to face the hunter, a cold gleam in his eyes. Without further ado he leapt onto Hyaku and began biting and clawing the bigger beasts crystal hide.