Whatever these monsters were, they were going to make a lousy meal, Graywolf decided in dismay, watching the six or seventh Dancer eventually fall beneath his claws, and quickly disappear. If he didn't finish them, they eventually got up and started fighting again, and when it was ended for sure, they vanished completely. Why did everything that looked food here have to have some sort of catch?

Frustrated and just plain hungry, he bounded and leaped high, sailing through the air over the remaining mass of Dancers. At the peak of his jump, a diving flicker of movement caught his attention, and his gaze shifted to glance at one of the winged humans, now diving into battle. The stranger was more than welcome to it, but hopefully he wasn't after them for the same reason the Tiger had been. The great wolf hit the ground at a run, skidding to a smooth stop upon hearing the voice calling out.

Graywolf turned to face the speaker, locating him easily enough on top of a building. Another human. For the moment, he had escaped the fray, and the Dancers appeared occupied with the newcomer. So, what the hell? He stared up at him for a second or two, before calling back idly, his voice rasping, but loud enough to be heard. "It's hard to be peaceful with monsters everywhere. What's this deal you're talking about now?"

One furry brow arched, and with no immediate danger around to impede him, he took a seat on his haunches. Why would he even want to make a deal with some strange kid anyway? Was there something he was missing here?