As he first heard the two leggers speak, Sharptooth tried to both ignore it and tell himself why it wasn't possible that these spindly little creatures could speak such a proud language as that the sharpteeth had built up for themselves.
With a low growl he cracked one eye open, "Even a simple creature as you take me for knows I'm not suppose to be here" he began in a quiet tone, ominously quiet, "I don't know how, but I know...and you want my cooperation for what? So that stocky leader of yours can feel important because he manages to trap a few of us behind tree branches with a bite?!" he growled again and shook his head.
"If you feel like killing me just because I won't grovel, feel free, otherwise I'll give you a chance to run before I lose my patience and just do away with the both of you" Sharptooth closed his eyes boardly.
He'd have attacked by now if his leg wasn't such a bother and right now all he really wanted was time to rest it and them move on as he'd done before with such injuries.