Between Pratt feinting forward a few times and Princess Thug's constant growling the reindire is concentrating on him entirely. Pratt's eyes keep flicking over to Charles, constantly on alert should they need to change strategies, and fully ready to dart in and pull him to safety if need be.

"Back. Down and back." That's directed at the wolf who crouches low to the ground and obediently shuffles back a little bit. She's raring to go, but the mask effectively muzzles her, and with a cart full of reindire parts dragging behind her she's looking at an unwinnable fight. She snorts angrily, not liking this one bit.

"Yeah yeah. There's lots of meat waiting for you after this. Gonna be fine." He dashes up and then to the side, trying to lure the beast forward and make sure Charles gets a good opportunity to attack.