Dylas' own eyes, golden in a way that makes them almost seem unreal, remain trained on this man as he drops into a crouch, his hands touching the ground as he brandishes his fangs. It's not a matter of wanting to scare this person; it's part of his body, his nature that he snarls and growls when a real threat gets close to him.

He might not be the hero, but he's not going to let anyone hurt Midna.

"He knows you," he muttered under his breath. An aura surrounded Dylas as he performed Boost, preparing for his next move to hit with twice the power.