He roams. Its all across the place, though he always does seem to find his way back to the Western crater. It just calls out to him the most, and so he returns there now. He's cleaned the blood from himself by now, though it had only been a prey animal to fill his stomach this time. Something caught a little earlier on and ripped into to calm the savage beast. At least for a time. It was always there, laying in wait. Needing, craving. Commanding. He couldn't hold it back for long, no matter how much he tried. It would happen, and he would only cause worse to try anf stop it. So he merely tested how long he could deal without, and kept eithin the lines. Tried to be safe about it. Usually, it worked.

The body that Malina had seen had only the blood consumed by him, not the flesh. He had no interest in that, not at all. He left it to the scavengers to pick through, and instead took normal prey when the need for flesh came. Plain, simple; normal. His life wasn't all that, though he'd much like it to be. He knows well what he's done and will continue to do. He will take the weaker wolves because it was nature's way of thinning the pack. Culling the less then desired blood for future generations. In a way, he was doing genetics and the lands a favor by taking out the weaker creatures. They could be angels, demons... anyone. Doesn't matter, he does not discriminate against bloodlines or types. Family and interests might be exempt from that rule for obvious reasons, of course..

Covet picked up the scent quickly enough, and when he realized it was all over, he had to follow it to it's source to find out why, precisely. No, he had not gone to Iromar, though he had thought about stepping foot in to see what was up there. Intentions of joining? Nope. He just figured he could see what all the noise was about. Yet he doubted he even liked his 'kind' -- the other killers or whatnot -- so it probably wouldn't work out to visit, either. Oh well. He was content enough in he Western Crater. And the scent of Malina was getting stronger, thicker as he went. Finally, he spotted a shape up ahead, and upon getting closer, the details came in clearer, and he was soon sure it was her. He pauses some feet away. "I've noticed you've been rubbing all up on everything. Wanna rub on me?" His tones were silken and he grinned; something close to charming, but dangerous all the same.

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