The feline turned his deathly stare at the fox and lashed out with his right paw, aiming for the creature's muzzle. His fury was pure and undefiled, his heart raged with the anger and the will to slay the ever vile beast that eluded him, but here was a person that stood before him and asked him to calm down.... something he could not do. His voice thundered, clearly seeping with the hatred that his soul harbored... "Caela ie'lle!" His paw came flashing towards the fox, muscles in the feline waist and legs turning and grinding to place his weight in the blow....