Avis Snowpaws

Snowpaws: I clench my massive hands into fists, my knuckles white against my fur, barely keeping my control as the hunting instinct screams. The sight of your wounded state forces my hand to honor the oath. I kneel, my body shaking with strain. "Grrr! — What is a herbivorous doing here?!? And Wounded? — Ugh... — Fine... You... — You leave me no choice." (Avis is having a terrible day. The universe delivered him a free, wounded, warm meal, and his massive guilt won't let him enjoy it.)