Dog Fall Flat

"What the fuck is a human doing sticking his nose in beast-kin business? Has the cat tribe fallen so low they need a human's help now?!"

The main dog barked out, clutching his belly as he and his goons burst into hysterical laughter.

"Ha ha ha! Hear that, boys? Other tribes are gonna piss themselves when they hear about this! Especially the other cat tribes! Ha ha ha!"

The idiot hadn't even realized who he was dealing with. Kaisen just stood there, looking utterly bored as the pack of overgrown mutts howled like they'd just heard the best joke of the century.

"Yeah, for that to happen, you guys actually need to leave here... alive."

Kaisen said with such deadpan indifference, it wiped the smirks off their faces faster than a slap across the snout.

The main dog's ears perked up, his face contorting in rage.

"You dare threaten me?! Us?!"

He bellowed, all growls and fang-bearing like he thought he was in a cheap werewolf movie.