The arcanine’s sudden bark had caught the pair off guard, Montague visibly jumping at the noise whilst Capulet had instinctively bared sharp, white fangs. They looked up in unison to see the great beast towering over them, face like thunder before one of its large paws plummeted down between them. The zangoose tensed, preparing to strike, whilst Montague’s eyes flickered to the target – the chain. Before he could react, the arcanine’s paw made contact with the metal and Montague’s head was propelled towards the ferret’s, Capulet’s movements following a similar trend. Their heads made contact with a quiet thud, evoking a hiss from both individuals. They immediately pulled away from one another, choking themselves in the process as they finally sat, silenced within a comfortable position from each other. The zangoose glared daggers at the retreating canine, whilst Montague’s frown reflected the throbbing ache on the side of his head.
“Why you arrogant, little sh-”
“Hey!” Montague hit the zangoose with his tail, not wanting to trigger any more aggression directed towards them. Capulet wasn’t great with humiliation, and the serpent had successfully predicted his companion’s inevitable reaction. They exchanged another harsh glare, silent insults ricocheting between the rivals before they both emitted a deep sigh, defeated.
"Well I didn't find anything to help. So count me out for now."
Montague smiled appreciatively at the charmander. What had he been thinking? Getting his hopes up time and time again, but it always had the same damn ending. He was going to be stuck with the ferret forever.
“Well... thank you anyway,” He turned his attention to the rest of the group, preparing a rather humble apology for their arguing, when he noticed their expressions. Capulet had seen it too. The bird and the two canines were glaring at something in the distance. That wasn’t a good sign. The zangoose walked forward, following the prehistoric bird’s line of vision – but he saw nothing. His eyesight had always been slightly lacking, but the survivors’ expressions alone confirmed that whatever it was wasn’t good.
”Urm... w-what is it?” Monty asked, his question directed at nobody in particular. He hadn’t really wanted to interfere, but if it was something monstrously powerful, perhaps there was safety in numbers. Even when the pair was functioning well, the chain wasn’t great at permitting fluent battle – there was always a risk of choking, tripping or snagging on nearby obstacles. “Climb on,” The serpent addressed the zangoose quietly, offering his neck to Capulet. The zangoose nodded his head, clambering onto Montague as the snake slithered around one of the drainage pipes on the side of the building to get a better view. It took a moment, but after some squinting, both Capulet and Montague recognised the figure in the distance as a monumental threat.
“Ah...” Capulet muttered, climbing over the snake to sit on the edge of the roof a short distance from Ari’s perch. He glanced to her, smirking slightly. “I suppose that won’t be a problem for you...”