Overture Downs Let's raise some hell, shall we?

He had left the tail partially exposed for the obvious ploy it presented — but it would not work, at least not as intended, as the child did not come when called for. The shuffling of the tail's tip was done with an occasional punch of his claws, leaving his mouth available if he should ever get his target close enough. It wasn't until the child called out that Zugzwang caught on to their position, which was further than he had initially judged. After that call, there was movement. It wasn't from the same area and that told Zugzwang the rest.

The mother was here and she was getting closer — if he could not have one, he would take the other. If he could, he'd take them both and add to his growing body-count. Perhaps their tails would become his new fixation. The girl came closer and he finally caught her in his eyes — no, it wasn't the same dark face, the same tawny coat. His gaze adjusted rapidly to the addition of the fiery coat of the mother, his pupils fully dilated in the dark — his body tense and ready to spring.

And then, she saw him. Their eyes met — his, focused in that chilling manner of a hungry animal.

Her's, sharp and afraid.

Zugzwang rose up from the darkness and sprang for her without a second thought. The tail lay abandoned behind him as he took one stride, two, and closed the distance — his lure had worked, just not as intended. If he could get his claws on this woman then his blood-thirst could be satiated. He didn't hear her voice as she issued her command to the child, so intent was he to sweep in and strike; within moments of the sound he would be there before her, a snarl on his blunt face, swinging his massive, weaponized fists.

It happened in a flurry of moments; the look, the reaction, the attack. Whether he got one hit in or many, his eyes were looking around the mother for that sweet little child. They had always been his primary target. Once the mother was gone, he would do such sweet things to the girl.