The wait was agonizing, every second ticking onwards yet taking it's own length to mature and breed the next. His breaths seemed to come years apart, each of his heartbeats the expanse of an eon. A gigantic paw made it's way towards Lycus and his entire body flinched and cringed, already visualizing the pain that would surely impair his senses into next November. But there was no smack, but instead a nudge. He felt his body rolling into a normal laying position on it's own, and Lycus at last looked up at Ryker. There was no expression of explanation, but just three words. His ears folded back in confusion. "B-b-but I dids bads? Aren't you goings to molesters me? Why you not murders me? I dids bads! ", he insisted, but his voice faded with Ryker's new interest. "Ohhh... you punishes me when I weast expects it. I watches carefuls dens...", he pouted.
At the prospect of anything Secret, Lycus was again all seriousness business, his ears standing rigid with attention, even every hair feeling like it had no purpose but to listen.
A loud, demanding, and boisterous voice shattered, beat, and dissintegrated every ounce of concentration he had into a nonexistant flour. "War!?", his mouth was agape with disbelief, his tonsils showing. He furrowed his eyebrows in frustration, now accepting the fact, but wrinkling his face with the utmost determination. In fact, his expression was like the most extreme case of constipation. "I-I-I- YES I'm STWILL BERY ANGWY ? WHY YOU HER- Okay! I uhhh... ", fortunately Ryker took away the need to respond. Lycus padded beside the man, more out of curiousity than anything else. Why had he let his guard down so low? "War I comes vists you n' tells you secwet kay? Byes!", he called and began to trot back to where had groveled, only elaborating more once he had nearly reached the spot. "We starts a secwet cwub kay!? I tells you!"
But no sooner had he reached the spot that a different voice dripped a shocking threat. Lycus was no dummy, and the eyes that had uttered those words seemed eager with an anticipation. A gasp escaped his throat and he ran back to Ryker, standing in front of him and War. Looking back and forth between the different pairs of eyes, he felt a raw and utter fear. His heart ran the marathon, his brain swam the nile, and his eyes speed-read the situation like a book, darting to and fro. There was too much going on for him. First Ryker. And then groveling for his life. And then Ryker deciding to punish him later, and then War, and War, and War again, and then Ryker and War and the sky falling and this other dude who was going to eat them all! And it was a Seron! A Seron was going to eat them and then the entire sky and then Torvald and then take over the universe!?!?!
The wolf before him seemed to mutate like the ripples of a stream, each tendon making a sickening lurching motion as it bulged disproportionately to sprout razor edges and horns and eyes and fur growing out of those eyes and inside each eye a gaping mouth and the stench of unborn corpses and death. Krastyo grew and grew, he was not a wolf but a monster! He was going to eat them all! Fear, panic, and anxiety had gripped Lycus' chest and his heart beat a single melody "fight or flight fight or flight fight or flight fight or ..."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!", he screamed and yelled as loudly as he could, his lungs even hurting with the action. He propelled himself at the monster, and tried to scratch or gnaw anything that he could.
- Runs at Krastyo and tries to bite and scratch him