It goes ignored. The wolf stretches out on its back, nipping a few snaps of grass between its bloody teeth. It snorts, rolls over, laying there comfortably and starting to lick its shoulder before it graces the cheetah with a glance. The sunset-colored eyes seem to hold amusement. Fireborn comes out from the grass, and hisses his displeasure at the strange creature.
Black lips peel back in a showing of fangs.
Strange one, you have taken my spot. And I want it back. Moonwatcher slinks through the new green grass, tail flicking back and forth. The wolf, with barely a sound, folds up to his paws. He turns his noble head, loping a few steps to the side.