Feeling the sudden yank on the chain, Raksha dropped the tattered hot dog and whipped his head around, ears flattened angrily. Surprise flashed through him at the sight of a male he did not know holding the leash. Nostrils flared slightly, picking up the scent of mutant as golden eyes marked the collar around the male's neck. Both ears pricked forward as he judged the creature, sensing shock and confusion but no threat. Nor prey when the cooked meat all ready to eat was just nearby.
The handlers pushed through the crowd, fury and terror splashed across their features, skidding to a stop when they saw a mutant holding his chain. Beyond them was such a calm scent among the crowd that his head turned slightly that way, front paws still balanced on the hot dog stand. Mutant and female his senses told him. The lack of fear from her was noticeable among the rising emotions of the human prey scattered about. Whiskers twitched, testing the air, feeling the heaviness of all those gazes turned on him.
"Get away from him," one of the handlers snapped at Dietre, stepping forward. The movement drew attention and Raksha's gaze found the end of the leash, recognizing that only this new male held it. Hot dog scent drifted by his nose again. Prey. Food. Ears flattened again and canines the length of a man's finger were revealed in a silent snarl, a warning that this was his food. Stared them all down for a long moment before turning his head to grab at another hot dog. The movement shifted fur away from his collar, revealing the red bands along it.