Fredd got between the two wolves, panic now clear on his face. "If one of you ever pounce, I'll make sure t—"
Fredd's lips smashed shut, his arms flailing as he quickly jumped out of the way and onto the bed when Zillon did just what he had warned him not to; pounce...
He pinched the bridge of his nose, a hand grasping his chest. "Zillon you...!" He sighed, sitting up. "I swear to god if one of you guys really end up in coma or worst die, I'm running away just like Celeste did."
Both wolves turned to him, growling threateningly and in defense, he held up his hand. "Okay maybe not like Celeste, but rather like Xavier.."
Zillon took a step towards him, chest rumbling...
"Alright, not like Xavier either, I won't bother to even run away."
That seem to have satisfied him and he turned bac
