[He's about mid-swing when he hears something yell and one of his ears turns back before his head. Not exactly a full 180-degree turn, but close as the rest of the body finally follows.]
[There's still a discontent rumbling from his chest and throat, fangs gnashed tight as he leers down at the new arrival - or opponent? - considering. They'd interrupted him for a purpose a challenge? The thought has him looking ready to strike.]
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[There's still a discontent rumbling from his chest and throat, fangs gnashed tight as he leers down at the new arrival - or opponent? - considering. They'd interrupted him for a purpose a challenge? The thought has him looking ready to strike.]