Tarn's crouched down beside the heaving body of the robot-elk, energon staining up 'til his elbows, the animal's head in his lap as he inspects its teeth curiously. The geardeer gives a weak kick with one of its back legs, but that's not enough to deter a large (huge really) metal canid from snapping its jaws over the limb.

At the sound of the voice, Tarn looks up
and sees no one.






... There's no one here...








Wut?