Some twitched back from the feint, baring all of his teeth. And he had many, upper mouth wide. He was all too aware of the cameras around them, even though he didn't know where a single one was. They'd be zooming in on this, he knew.

"Head or foreleg!" he hissed, the idea sudden. They'd be the only believable blunt injuries that would keep a hunter from chasing down prey. And even if he didn't want them to think he was willing to hunt, it would help. He lunged forward then, to all appearances grabbing for the young man.