The look the monster gives him is wild and unthinking as he bites what remains of the black creature, whipping it out from beneath the human and consuming it the same way he did the other one. After that, there's no more messing around. He's going to do as much damage as necessary to fix this problem, and he'll happily send the Ringmaster the bill.

He sears the remaining shadows, making no distinction between grass and nightmares, ripping his claws into the ground as he goes to ensure that they're all torn to shreds as the single creatures stays tightly wound around his leg. He scorches that one last, leaving nothing but faintly glowing cinders.

Patches of grass are still gently on fire as he finishes, limping over to where he left Greg and flopping down to the ground in exhaustion, closing his eyes and resting his head on his front paws. It's like the calm after a chaotic storm of destruction.

Is the human okay? He seems fine. It's fine, it's fine...