... Twitch. Oh, how he longed to get his hands on those cowardly herbivores and wring their necks...

Little did he know that he'd be able to have that chance soon. So he resigned himself to tamping down that irritation (right, that mocking dance really was going to get them a throttling), and notifying someone in his customary flat and unimpressed tone that they'd have to replace some supplies. That done, he returns to guarding the pile, stalking around it and keeping an eye out for the minions.