The hackles rose on Tarot's back as he glanced over his shoulder once more. You know.. I'm getting rather sick of this crap.
Kyruit stopped, looked between Tarot and Cyphor and growled. What is your problem? There is something going on you two aren't telling me about.
With a snarling bark, Tarot turned tail and charged into the underbrush they had just cleared.
He yelped as he saw Tarot charging at him. How the sahound saw him, he had no idea, but the smaller canine crashed into Ratta's chest, knocking him flat. His concentration on hiding himself faltered, and his pelt shifted to mimic a desert setting.
"Don't hurt me!" He whined, cowering on his belly, tails tucked under him.
Tarot snorted, but remained where he stood, looking down on the larger but cowardly fellox. What do YOU want? He snarled. He hadn't forgotten his ordeal in the town.
Kyruit hissed and leapt into a nearby tree, snarling and yowling at the offending fellox.
(yeah, you can. ^^)