She seemed so new to the land he had grown up in, though her scent told him otherwise. She dwelled within the beach pack, his nose having picked up the caustic smell of salt and water. The monochrome male follows behind her when he picks up her trail, curiosity mostly driving him, but so true of the darker urges compelling him to go. It is not for food this time that Jumanji stalks the gray female, no, this time he simply wants to have fun with her. To mess around a bit and maybe get a little...dirty. The boy simply wished to play in the manner that his mother taught him, to be a good boy and show the world that there are weaker beings who need to be culled from existence.

It is not difficult to fathom the boy being so...sinister, after all one must look at his family tree to understand the depth of his madness. His own mother taught his litter the lessons they needed to know about hunting their own. It was not very often that Jumanji got the thirst for blood, but after his run in with the snowy female, he found himself to be ravenous. His stomach opening to let the abysmal flood of hunger out to get the best of him, intestines snarling fiercely as he tried to hold off on his impulses for just a little while longer as he trails the girl through the rocky terrain.

She did not hold his interest for any particular reasons, she seemed timid, though that did not always mean weak. No, Jumanji knows that the meek are often craftier than they appear. He keeps his distance, not wishing to be noticed by her yet, his game only just beginning as they make their way through the area. His paw steps are sure, used to the rocky and muddy land of Iromar, and the hills of the unknown place beyond Moladion. His yellow and green gaze locks onto the shape of another girl, however, and he is temporarily stalled against any sort of plan he could make.

This female was striking in appearance. Her white bodice holding colors never before seen together on a single body before, and a sight he would never forget. His mind has already process the flame points of her gaze, highlighted against the darkness of her face and the slinking dangerous motions of her body was also noted. Jumanji watches with what can only be described as fascination as this multi-colored girl dashes for the other, his dark ears perk up as she makes a leap at his quarry's back. Suddenly, a plan is formed, and Jumanji is sprinting madly for the pair, his mass not truly allowing him the comfort of silence as the attacking female's body gave hers.

Once he is within leaping range, he coils the muscles of his hind legs, gathering himself for a jump in the bone, blood and smokey female. Should he reach his aim, should he reach her before any true damage is done, he will wrap his fangs around her ruff, pulling her back sharply to keep his prey safe. His deep resonating growl should be enough of a warning to the girl to find her own meal ticket, though knowing females, she would be less inclined to understand that he would not go easy on her. He would tear her apart just as she planned to do to the girl. He could only hope his heroics succeeded, and that the gray female would drop her guard for him afterward.

male :: four years old :: belongs to no one :: none bear his blood :: homeless