Broken Boulder chicken strip

Bunyip did not know what to make of all the small, screaming, yowling creatures that had taken up residence. His first instinct was to flee the scene from such demons but he couldn't do that. Bunyip knew he was a part of something now. If everyone was still sticking around...well, he had to at least pretend to be brave.

He watched from a distance at first as one cat seemed to crawl through the rest, stepping on another in the process. His features contorted as if he could feel the pain of the stepped on creature. Awkwardly, the wolf shifts his weight back and forth before calling out -- unaware if they even understand him.

H-hey! W-where you going?