Noctisardor Bypass riskieron

Ohhhhhhhhhhh fuck.

First hot-shot jets off like a little weenie (that's right, book it, chicken) but then grandpa gets MORE to show?

Hypocritically, Zane's perspective swung even more towards "flight" than it was previously.  Maybe what's his face had the right idea (though hey, note, he'd run first.  Who was fake alpha now?)...

As if he wouldn't already be running if grandpa's teeth weren't in his face.

Fuck this, kid, I did NOT SIGN UP FOR THIS!  Zane hollered, and with one past parting snap at Mahler to get a little space, he turned tail and fled.  Too bad.... he'd have loved to stop for a conversation with that spotted one.  

He just really liked living a hell of a lot more.  Two on four (five!?) weren't odds he wanted to explore.  Hell - he hadn't liked three on three.