Alistair leered at Light, coming into a better part of the cage so he could be seen. His fur was that of pastel pink and yellow, scleras as black as the abyss; and two saber teeth jutting from his upper jaw. Rumbling lowly, he wasn't quite sure what he wanted from them; if anything at all. Flexing his front paws, his black claws came out one by one. Exhaling right in Light's face as he paid attention to all the commotion going on. It wasn't often he was included in performances, being an animal so large and unpredictable.
The giant's claws looked ideal for going into locks, but getting cooperation out of an animal so large would prove difficult. His stomach groaned and gurgled, seems it was right around feeding time for him; and if the food was late enough it would prove fatal for Light. But something about the pink giant's expression said that they really didn't want to hurt Light. The crew were victims of abuse at the ringmaster's hands, and this smilodon was no exception.