On demand, the beast took off in the direction of the bushes that Karl resided in. It galloped gracefully for all of fifteen seconds, prior to bursting into the bushes at full-speed, and slamming its paws in the dirt for a brief stop, skidding across the dirt. Some of the branches snapped off a whipped across the ground, leaves and pines flying just about everywhere at the same time. A jaw dropped for only a second as it flashed its teeth toward Karl, and began to walk toward him slowly, and lowly -- as a large cat would to hunt its prey.Lt. Dan Taylor wrote:Karl sits in the bushes of the open-air cafeteria. His eyes scrounging about, searching for the beloved food, the previous substance.. Toast.. He'd be hard to notice, but I reckon someone at least sees him. He does make note of the gasmask-boy running around with a burning bag.
Its head was very low, as it slowly bent its hind legs, as if it were going to pounce -- but ultimately didn't. It was more so a threat.
