Phoenix Maplewood I will hide myself below

Āzon was still both confused and petrified by his current situation. Not even with the seemingly relaxed demenor could the brute feel at ease -- and the sudden display of large molars made his blood run cold. "And how do I know ya don't plan on snuffin' me as soon as I let my guard down!?" The pale pheonix questioned with odd, narrowed eyes. He didn't even know there existed cougars that could speak wolven tounge (and sounded high off of mushrooms for some reason...), let alone ones as relaxed as this dude. What was this feline up to?