It’s quiet. Too quiet. And yet, there’s the distinct feeling of not being alone. The silence persists until Sabretooth steps out from the shadows. His sharp, long fangs catch in the light as he grins, claws at the ready, eyes trained and unwavering as he circles around. Sizing his quarry up. As though deciding what to do next.

“Would ya look at this tasty morsel? You look lost, pipsqueak. Well, come on, then. What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue? Or do I gotta make ya squeal first?”