Logan could smell the thing lumbering toward them before he'd even turned around to see it for himself. He's sure he smells. He's covered in chipmunk guts and spit.

He is no mood for this bullshit.

So he curls his fists, claws out and a snarl on his face.

"Hey bub, cut the people out will, ya?"

And with a yell, he launches himself forward and buries his claws into the chipmunk's gut.