Theron's head moved with hardly any input from his thoughts. A black arrow zipped by his ear, the harsh grating sound forming a boom that would have shattered his skull just months ago, let alone his eardrum.
"Well…" Theron blinked, his portrait of the old man flickering once before it solidified. He hadn't expected such a poor response for such a simple question, but clearly the old man had gotten himself into quite a bit of trouble. "…That wasn't very nice."
Alpha growled and moved on instinct. Before Theron could tell him to stop, he had already landed on the shoulders of the massive guard, the latter's head having become little more than a fountain of blood spurting into the skies.
Theron's lip twitched, but then he chuckled, slipping his fingers into Alpha's mane and giving him a loving pat. This was probably the right decision to make anyway.
