Panther Park I am that technology now.

Pale gaze flitted skyward to an encroaching murder of crows, something he recognised as a good sign. Ears keenly picked up on that familiar cacophony of caws, signalling that they had indeed found a kill. They practically lit the way for him. His paced upped to a swift trot, breezing through the trees with a somewhat out of place elegance almost to the point of floating. He was so focused on tracking this kill down that he partly forgot about his companion.

Knowing that he grew closer to the carrion, a string of growls bubbled out of his throat. Emboldened by the fact that his party was of two and the opponent was one. Anselm would hear him before he would see him. And when he saw him, he would see two shining orbs that gradually became eyes, then bared teeth and a scarred head as he practically leapt out of the shadows. Hackles raised and tail in open contest of the dead deer. "Step aside, packer." He bit out. Shoving his chest forward into the other male's.