Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190402224637/@comment-5583506-20190404221857

The dogman's eyes lit up the moment he could smell Willy on the man. All of a sudden he grabbed the tattoed man by the neck with one clawed hand and pulled him up close to face the snarling monstrosity.

"Alright, short round, you tell me where our friend is while you still have a face to sport", he growled, demonstrating the claws on his free hand, ready to do some severe damage.

He didn't care if the man understood the language he spoke or not. He thought it would be abundantly clear that the man would know what they were there for.