He is a master craftsman with his fangs, his jaws working the meat of the wolf tirelessly as he strips muscle and tendon from bone, sending a chill down your spine as he crunches and squelches gristle and meat. His once ivory fangs are now studded in ruby rivulets, his blood red tongue slipping over his black lips as he searches with those burning, soulless eyes. Blood drips from his chin as he looks around, thinking he has heard something, his facial features contorting before your eyes as the massive brute stands. Raptor-esque gaze quickly searches the silvery night for any sign of what had made the motion, what could have created that whisper of sound, though perhaps it was only a light breeze having caught some haphazard leaf across a rock. You know just what it is, for you see the inky girl who dares be brave enough to sleep by his den. Is she his? No, indeed he has no concubines, preferring to keep to his own company most of the time. This dark behemoth lurches away from his meal, growling suddenly as if he had been struck.

What happened? Did you see it? No, you didn't, too busy staring at the brave soul below the devil's own playground. His massive paws carry him away from the young male, his dark ears pinned back so the dark russet of their tips stood against the base of his neck, each paw pad making but a whisper against the ground as your eyes never once leave his muscular frame. You find that more and more the creature's habits intrigue you, that you wish to delve deeper into this brute's mind and learn all of the secrets stashed away. Well forget it, he won't tell you and neither will I. Jinx moves with all of the natural grace a predator can ask for, muscles moving fluidly and almost collectively as he makes his way down from the cavern. He follows a trail, and all too soon you realize just who this trail belongs to. You long to scream out, to warn her, alert her, anything to tell her that the beast is coming for her, but your vocal cords seem froze as he closes in on her shallow hiding place. His sniffing the air and ground alternatively showing you that he has not yet pinpointed her spot.

Jinx lets his pupils relax, the black of them expanding to let more light into his eyes for better sight. It is tricky for his nose to pin down the scent with the salt in the air, but he finds the faint trail, following it back to the door of the room. He says nothing, does nothing, his body froze and his tail flag-pole straight in the air. His ears pull forward and he wrinkles his upper lip, relaxing it once again before letting go of the snarl completely, the sound coming out more like a sigh than anything. Instead he leans in close, and you find that you are drawn to the edge of your seat, his motions so slow they drag on for days it seems. Once he is close to her ear, Jinx barks loudly and dashes as fast as he can back up the incline to his cavern. Once there he munches on some plants he found while out hunting, he had chewed on them for a bit and began to feel more calm then he had in years. He kind of wished the girl was already awake, then he wouldn't have to be discourteous and rouse her from her slumber. Chewing on his buds, Jinx watches the resting female, wondering what on earth to do with her. Certainly she would not be a menu item, as neither want the pups gone, but they have to go we just can't let these two.