He looked to each of the remaining humans around him prepared to attack if needed. "Do you really feel it's necessary to try attacking someone because they have fur?"
One of the males replied: "Of course, you're the scourge who put us in this condition, this lifestyle..."
Vosur: "No... you decided that you wanted to not work, so we became productive and thrived... it was your own laziness that made you suffer."
With that remark, the male jumped out at Vosur, only to take the dull edge of a brilliantly blue katana to his ribcage from Vosur, causing the man to double over in pain. The other humans that were with him fled due to the speed and ease that this white two-tailed wolf had brought down who was supposedly the strongest of the group. "I could have killed you, you fool. Learn to realize who you're fighting before you leap..." As soon as Vosur had said this, the male got up and hobbled away, following the other humans. "Well... time to figure out where my friends are..." He opens the manhole and drops in, pulling it over himself as he went in. "Phew... it'll be hard to distinguish scents... but good thing I left the scent of my fur on those items that she tried to give me." He begins wandering the sewer, mostly relying on his nose as he alternates in closing his eyes for a few seconds, then reopening them to prevent running into walls or falling off pathways.