DaManofWar
Hans Assman
Marty tensed when the young cub came up to him. He wasn't good with-no, he had no experience with kids. So, rather than move, he stood still, and brought one claw down to stroke it. He kept the other on Titus. "What have we here?" He asked. He laughed lightly. Titus wouldn't be doing much. Fang tossed the cub a piece of Titus leg. "Eat up kid," he told the little thing.