Oho, sharp ears. He reacts quickly, snapping the claw down. Not quickly enough, however, to prevent all except one article being snatched back by the hunter. Caught between two very stubborn forces, the cloth rips.

"Now look what you've done," his deep, gravel-like voice chides. It seems to echo partially in the hunter's head, foreign sounds spoken aloud yet somehow rendered comprehensible to their mind. He partially emerges from the greenery, revealing more of his eldritch form. "You need to be faster than that, dear boy."