His tongue ran over his fangs, staring at the guards. A light shiver ran down his spine. He moved closer to the door of his cage, clutching onto the bars. He the said, his voice laced with an animalistic growl," too bad I can't reach their necks." He watched them, his eyes narrowed, mouth partially open. They smelled good. The mixed scent of the people around him from each of their mixture is what tended to keep him from trying to attack the others.