Greatwater Lake roped up, rat in a cage

It's an expected reaction by now, but somehow, it only makes him want the answer more fiercely. Something about this stranger is terribly off in a way that both repulses him and draws him in — and suddenly, he doesn't care whether he hates him or not. All he cares about is finding out what fuels all this dark, childish rage. It reminds him of himself in so many ways, he can't help his fascination.
You're not going anywhere, He murmurs the moment the stranger turns, not meant for anyone but himself yet loud enough to be heard. His wounds aren't a concern as he darts forward, teeth closing briefly around the other's tail tip and releasing with a sharp tug. Next, his forelimb, and then Zephyr disappears from his side in a wide arc around the front of him, blocking his path forward. He slows briefly as he passes, only long enough to make his intentions clear — but he doesn't stop. As soon as he clears the intersection of paths, he goes around and back in for another stinging nip, this time along the opposite side.