Smiling with amusement at John's attempt to charm the beast, Methos nudged it away again as it tried to get close, an almost sub-sonic whine coming from it.
"Just chased the little bastard through a door into here, was home less than a year. He does bite, if he thinks you're edible. They become carnivores in the winter, pack hunters and cannibalistic if they can't find anything else."