[ He looks down at himself, muzzle peeling back to expose long teeth. On a human, it would be a grimace; on a bear, it makes him look ready to bite someone's face off.
"Bradbury." In other words, the one who organized the whole thing. The one who's... probably going to have to figure out what the fuck just happened, not that he has any clue where to start. He doesn't shrink back when the tiger leans forward, doing some sniffing of his own, even if all it does is set off every flight or fight instinct he has. His brain says one thing, but his body says another. ]
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"Bradbury." In other words, the one who organized the whole thing. The one who's... probably going to have to figure out what the fuck just happened, not that he has any clue where to start. He doesn't shrink back when the tiger leans forward, doing some sniffing of his own, even if all it does is set off every flight or fight instinct he has. His brain says one thing, but his body says another. ]