Finally face to face. Trozet had his sword sheathed at his side, his long fluffy ears perked in the direction that he heard the noise coming from. Of course it was a predator-type. And in heat, from the smell of it.

"Come on out. You've been given multiple warnings and we've gotten five complaints about your behavior this far."

"Damn carnivores." Trozet muttered under his breath, his armor shifting as he got closer. He didn't even need to consider his sword by the pitiful state you were in.