Because it's so easy to write this stuff.
MORE ZOOFIC: Pack Behavior.
Mustang settled himself on the couch. He looked vaguely over at the Human who was cowering in the corner. Humans were not-food and not-mate, but still fascinating creatures to study.
Part of Mustang still had an urge to play with the human, have it pet him and tickle him the way his old Human did when he was a pup. Mustang missed his old human. It had been nice snuggling up at the foot of the human's bed at night, and during the day, making nests out of the newspapers. But then one day Mustang reached adolescence and shed his civilian coat for his adult pelt.
Then things had gone wrong. It all ended abruptly when the Human swatted Mustang for trying to seduce a neighbors Havoc. Mustang had instinctively snapped his fingers. Not long after that, he was tossed in the car, driven out to the woods and abandoned.
Mustang missed his Human and wondered why it rejected him. Maybe this human would like to be his? Mustang lifted his head and sniffed the air in the Human's direction. No, this Human didn't smell affectionate, it smelled scared and that made Mustang wonder if maybe Humans were good to eat. Mustang was hungry.
Hawkeye circled back and landed on the arm of the couch. "We have the perimeter of the house secured. Fuery is keeping an eye out for Humans and Havoc is hunting for food. The master bedroom looks like an excellent place to hold the pups. It seems high up and well protected.
"Very good, excellent. I knew taking over a Human house would be a good idea. This place is warm and dry and easily defensible. It is a good place for our pups to grow up in."
Hawkeye looked over at the human. "What should we do with it?"
"I want to keep it for a while." Maybe the Human would get used to Mustang and then want to scratch his belly, like his old Human did. Mustang sighed wistfully.
Hawkeye shook her head. "Not good, sir. That is the enemy. It will try to destroy our command post."
"It is just one, and it is scared. We are stronger than it. I'd like to observe it for a while."
Hawkeye frowned but demurred. "I don't think it is safe, sir. I will watch and make sure it makes no funny moves."
Just then the human did make a funny move. It jumped up and ran towards the window.
Mustang leapt into action, Hawkeye right with him. With a snap of his glove Mustang lit the Human's not-pelt on fire. The human shrieked but continued running. It made it to the open window and jumped out before Mustang or Hawkeye could catch up. Mustang hesitated at the window.
"Should I go after it, sir?" asked Hawkeye.
Mustang stretched lazily and yawned. "Nah. I was bored with it anyway."
He drew close to Hawkeye and snuffled her mane. She responded by butting her forehead gently against his cheek. "Do you want to mate?" she asked. Mustang planted a sloppy wet lick on her ear and gently nibbled on her neck.
A sudden commotion distracted them both. Havoc walked in the door carrying a strange creature draped over his shoulder.
"Is it food?" asked Mustang. "Is it dead?" Dead food was less fun than live food, but he wouldn't turn it down so long as it was fresh. "What is it?"
"I believe that is a Ling," said Hawkeye.
Havoc looked sheepish. "I chased it down. I thought I'd lost it for a while but then I stumbled over its body. It seems to have suddenly died, but I didn't kill it." Havoc put the creature on the ground.
Mustang stalked over to it, and leaned down to smell the body. It smelled good. Like food, or possibly mate. It was a bit difficult to tell which. Not dead scent though… not at all. He snickered. "It's not dead, it's just pretending." Mustang grabbed the back crest of hair and lifted the things face off the rug.
Ling perked up and smiled. "Hi!"
"It's pelt is pretty," remarked Havoc. "What is it good for?"
Mustang nuzzled the creature, putting out an intoxicating mix of mating and leadership scents. Havoc and Hawkeye responded immediately by hunkering in closer, Havoc nuzzling his leg, Hawkeye gently rubbing his back. The Ling sniffed the air and looked curious.
"You smell sexy," he said. "What place is this? Is this your den? It's nice!"
Food or Mate? Food or Mate? Mustang licked Ling's forehead, savoring his foreign flavor. The Ling was a pretty beast, but there was something off about its reactions.
"What are you good for Ling? Do you hunt? Do you fight? Do you clean?"
"I eat!" said Ling cheerfully. "I like to look at things. I hunt and fight."
"Will you hunt and fight for me?"
Ling grinned. "You smell good," he said. "Almost like a Ling. Are you a deformed Ling? This is an interesting den. Oh, what is over there?"
Mustang emitted more Leadership scent, but the Ling was distracted by the brass pendulum of Grandfather clock. It suddenly leaped up and bounded over to the clock, batting it's paws against the glass front.
Food or Mate? Mustang had other mates. He watched as the Ling rocked the Grandfather clock until it came crashing down on its side. "Oh wow!" said the Ling. "What a noise. Wow! Look it's all pretty inside! What's that over there?"
"Food," Mustang decided, looking at the mess.
The Havoc and Hawkeye nodded and then in a very coordinated way, the Pack descended on the unfortunate Ling.
"Hey! You look angry! What! Ow!"
And then nothing but wet smacking was heard.
Mustang settled himself on the couch. He looked vaguely over at the Human who was cowering in the corner. Humans were not-food and not-mate, but still fascinating creatures to study.
Part of Mustang still had an urge to play with the human, have it pet him and tickle him the way his old Human did when he was a pup. Mustang missed his old human. It had been nice snuggling up at the foot of the human's bed at night, and during the day, making nests out of the newspapers. But then one day Mustang reached adolescence and shed his civilian coat for his adult pelt.
Then things had gone wrong. It all ended abruptly when the Human swatted Mustang for trying to seduce a neighbors Havoc. Mustang had instinctively snapped his fingers. Not long after that, he was tossed in the car, driven out to the woods and abandoned.
Mustang missed his Human and wondered why it rejected him. Maybe this human would like to be his? Mustang lifted his head and sniffed the air in the Human's direction. No, this Human didn't smell affectionate, it smelled scared and that made Mustang wonder if maybe Humans were good to eat. Mustang was hungry.
Hawkeye circled back and landed on the arm of the couch. "We have the perimeter of the house secured. Fuery is keeping an eye out for Humans and Havoc is hunting for food. The master bedroom looks like an excellent place to hold the pups. It seems high up and well protected.
"Very good, excellent. I knew taking over a Human house would be a good idea. This place is warm and dry and easily defensible. It is a good place for our pups to grow up in."
Hawkeye looked over at the human. "What should we do with it?"
"I want to keep it for a while." Maybe the Human would get used to Mustang and then want to scratch his belly, like his old Human did. Mustang sighed wistfully.
Hawkeye shook her head. "Not good, sir. That is the enemy. It will try to destroy our command post."
"It is just one, and it is scared. We are stronger than it. I'd like to observe it for a while."
Hawkeye frowned but demurred. "I don't think it is safe, sir. I will watch and make sure it makes no funny moves."
Just then the human did make a funny move. It jumped up and ran towards the window.
Mustang leapt into action, Hawkeye right with him. With a snap of his glove Mustang lit the Human's not-pelt on fire. The human shrieked but continued running. It made it to the open window and jumped out before Mustang or Hawkeye could catch up. Mustang hesitated at the window.
"Should I go after it, sir?" asked Hawkeye.
Mustang stretched lazily and yawned. "Nah. I was bored with it anyway."
He drew close to Hawkeye and snuffled her mane. She responded by butting her forehead gently against his cheek. "Do you want to mate?" she asked. Mustang planted a sloppy wet lick on her ear and gently nibbled on her neck.
A sudden commotion distracted them both. Havoc walked in the door carrying a strange creature draped over his shoulder.
"Is it food?" asked Mustang. "Is it dead?" Dead food was less fun than live food, but he wouldn't turn it down so long as it was fresh. "What is it?"
"I believe that is a Ling," said Hawkeye.
Havoc looked sheepish. "I chased it down. I thought I'd lost it for a while but then I stumbled over its body. It seems to have suddenly died, but I didn't kill it." Havoc put the creature on the ground.
Mustang stalked over to it, and leaned down to smell the body. It smelled good. Like food, or possibly mate. It was a bit difficult to tell which. Not dead scent though… not at all. He snickered. "It's not dead, it's just pretending." Mustang grabbed the back crest of hair and lifted the things face off the rug.
Ling perked up and smiled. "Hi!"
"It's pelt is pretty," remarked Havoc. "What is it good for?"
Mustang nuzzled the creature, putting out an intoxicating mix of mating and leadership scents. Havoc and Hawkeye responded immediately by hunkering in closer, Havoc nuzzling his leg, Hawkeye gently rubbing his back. The Ling sniffed the air and looked curious.
"You smell sexy," he said. "What place is this? Is this your den? It's nice!"
Food or Mate? Food or Mate? Mustang licked Ling's forehead, savoring his foreign flavor. The Ling was a pretty beast, but there was something off about its reactions.
"What are you good for Ling? Do you hunt? Do you fight? Do you clean?"
"I eat!" said Ling cheerfully. "I like to look at things. I hunt and fight."
"Will you hunt and fight for me?"
Ling grinned. "You smell good," he said. "Almost like a Ling. Are you a deformed Ling? This is an interesting den. Oh, what is over there?"
Mustang emitted more Leadership scent, but the Ling was distracted by the brass pendulum of Grandfather clock. It suddenly leaped up and bounded over to the clock, batting it's paws against the glass front.
Food or Mate? Mustang had other mates. He watched as the Ling rocked the Grandfather clock until it came crashing down on its side. "Oh wow!" said the Ling. "What a noise. Wow! Look it's all pretty inside! What's that over there?"
"Food," Mustang decided, looking at the mess.
The Havoc and Hawkeye nodded and then in a very coordinated way, the Pack descended on the unfortunate Ling.
"Hey! You look angry! What! Ow!"
And then nothing but wet smacking was heard.