GAR
The Alpha Male leaped over the vehicles and landed inside the circle, standing with his hands on his hips to survey everyone. As he turned the circle, his eyes lit on Gar. He dropped his chin and smiled what Gar recognized as the smile of the predator on the hunt.
Gar's hackles rose.
The light, breeze off the plains brought the smell of blood, along with sobs and cries from those who'd been injured. But it also brought the stink of humans drenched in voices and their peculiar form of death. And none stronger than the scents wafting from this male to him.
Gar had to force himself not to bare his teeth, to give no indication that he was more than a match for this stalking peacock.
He was tall and strong for a human. Gar would have liked to have kicked his ass hand-to-hand. But he wasn't stupid. That black, shining metal in the sheath at his hip was deadly, and Gar wasn't giving him any reason to draw it.
