Craze nodded slowly. "Well maybe I will eat him then," he joked light-heartedly, then bumped his shoulder against hers, nearly squishing the little ratling. "Let's have a race first," he murmured, his paws itching to run. "Momma tells me I'm the fastest wolf she's ever seen...care to give it a spin?" His green eyes twinkled mischieviously. "And then we'll hunt. I'll feed you, Z-baby, don't worry." Without waiting for a reply, he shot off like a rocket with speeds unheard of, paws thumping the ground and a jovial laugh erupting through the air. "Catch me if you can!"