Dash didn’t move for a moment, lifting the corner of his mouth to show off one curving fang more in irritation than having been hurt. Epsy sidestepped, swishing her tail once and weighing the situation. She was much smaller and apparently wasn’t going to do very good if he got a hold of her. Dash stared ahead, annoyed. Slowly his eye turned upon the small black and white sallomandyr.

Epsy eeped and cautiously tried to move out of Dash’s way before he did anything.  Dash abruptly swung his body aside, twisting almost impossibly aside, forepaws splayed to grip the ground for a powerful lunge at Epsy, offsetting the extra drag Stealth was putting on his tail.