"I want to know why you are taking her to your quarters," sneered the other Saalistaja. I looked him up and down, wondering if there was a screw loose or something. I mean, most species had some sense of self-preservation. Hell, even humans did to a certain extent, but this male seemed to be missing that crucial factor.
"That is none of your business," growled Da'kea, fully turning around to confront the younger male. I watched as he grew larger and more intimidating, his exterior armor visibly changing to the one he had after he was chosen.
Huh, I never even noticed that he was wearing his original one in the first place. Clearly, I was out of it.
"What in the Dark Lord?" whispered the male, but it was enough to cause the other 24 males to turn their attention to us.
