A sickening crunch and heavy breath echoed out from the small dank cave as the figure that once was a kind giant tore the head off a barely living fish he caught from the river. A river of juices flowed from the flesh of the fish as it was mashed with powerful teeth and jaws. Chubbs stared out at the entrance into the wilderness and sniffed lightly. It was still there, the one that followed him. Chubbs saw him settled between some leaves with a shiney object pointed at the cave. Chubbs tried to recall the thing he held, but all could bring to mind was danger.
Ripping the fish in half, he grunted when he hearfd a squeak from above. The flying rats, he'd tried to get them to go away, but they were many in number and were stupid enough to come back. He gave up trying, hoping they realised this was his territory now and not annoy him. Giving a growl up at them caused a small flutter through the group, but he was making sure the point was taken.
Stepping towards the entrance, Chubbs snorted and growled at the bush the follower was sitting and raked his claws along the walls with a high screech. It caused many of the rats to take off and the follower to cringe. Chubbs wanted him to go, he wanted to end him and soon. His brain wasn't all gone and so thinking still mixed with the urging instincts to rush at him and sink teeth and claws into flesh.
Chubbs bent down and suddenly took off, running on all fours through the jungle, his pace quicker than the one now chasing after him. Chubbs was going to test him, find what he needed to know... then have no more followers.
