[ DANGEROUS.. open space,
an attack, had QUITE literally just
Happened. Eyes surveyed the scene,
A child being here was
MOST concerning. Gaze catches
Ice, someones... quirk?
H0WLER. sniffs, moving towards the
Spiked block protruding from asphalt.
He CARED— little, who saw.
Claws scraped at ice, then GRIPPED—
SNAP. the CRACK, of ice.. and a largish chunk is in.. CLAWED palms.
Crunch. And H0WLER'S biting
Into the block, the cold item.. Satisfying his teeth, and gums. ]