He look upon the smaller leader with his reddened eyes. He was proud of his kill and his ability to feed the young ones, but the small leader seemed...very displeased once he saw the kill. Singe's ears fall back a little bit. Confusion begins to crawl onto his white and black features. He looked from the small leader to the kill. He sniffed the kill once more. Yes, it was an older wolf, but he did not smell any sickness or disease that would cause concern. No, he could not process what would displease small leader. It was a perfectly good kill. What was he failing to understand?

Small leader seemed quite mad for a moment and Singe could only stand and stare as he considered the situation. Small leader did seem to untense his muscles though, which led Singe to untense his slightly as well. He had not even realized he had tensed up in anticipation. He was already tired from the hunt, with tongue dangling from mouth, and he really didn't want to have to protect himself in this moment.

And then small leader speaks. Small leader is verbose. Singe looks to him with his red and yellow eyes, trying to put together all the words that he says...and he says them so fast. Certainly Singe's confusion bleeds onto his furrowed, questioning brows. Thank...hunt...not eat wolves? Outside pack? He tilts his head slightly, looking once again at the old, weak wolf that lay dead before them.

"But...weak...is food...shadow...said weak, is food," he said quietly, his face lifting again to the small leader.

"Weak is...not food? Strong...is food? No...no understand," he questions, then listening to an offer to hunt other prey. He did not know what small leader spoke of.

"Bi...son? P...Prog...horn?" he questions, not knowing what these things were, or at least what the words meant in relation to the animals they correlate with. Singe's thoughts on the matter were however interrupted. He hears the call of another wolf, and it seems imposing. As if something were a miss. He finds his head lifting and ears pricking up. He feels as if the sound is a call for a threat in the area, however the word that follows from the wolf who calls out has no meaning to the wolf of white and black.

He heard suddenly the approach of the other creature, but found confusion in the sound of Panzer coming as well. Singe was tired, and now confused having thought that weak is perhaps not food, but perhaps strong is? His mind still could not wrap around it. Singe turns as he hears both Panzer and sees the lion coming straight for him. Panzer attempts to put himself between Singe and the cat, however Singe's mind was conflicted in these short moments. Threat- strong is food- he must attack. Not only that...something begins to unfold within him. It is like little monsters suddenly started to crash out into his mind. It is the monsters of his blood.

He does not make a noise initially. He is now turned to face the cat, but in that quick moment he moves to his right, the cat's left. He takes the stride, before pivoting and pushing off with his back legs towards the cat's upper left shoulder- where it connects to the body around the neck. He will seek his fangs in silence to this spot. He knows only to go forward. Threat. Strong is food- cat is food. He will please small leader. His forward thinking mind was slowly being driven by the monsters of his blood, and this stubborness will perhaps leave Singe's left side open to the cat, depending on how the next few moment's play out. If Singe does not grab hold of the shoulder, he will attack to continue forward and shove himself into the cat, hoping to make him unstable so perhaps he can go in for another bite next move- he will have to see how the next few seconds goes.