He had stopped her, this much was evident, his fangs not sheathing themselves until she had turned around. She walks off, Jumanji close behind her, moving her away, blocking her way to his awaiting victim. No, this would not be the last time Flare saw the magnificent facade of Jumanji, he would remember her. Despite his ability to think on a higher level, he follows instinct most often. His stiff legged gait is all dominance, used against Flare as she moves off. He would have to keep the innocent one close at paw. The promise in the odd-colored girl's eyes making him feel all the more aggressive.

It is not like him to be so protective, and one would know what would happen next. Jumanji moves to the female behind him as the other female slinks off into the land, a promise of blood on her hide. The monochrome bandit makes his way over to the waiting girl, a smile on his face, the mask of comfort before the death of innocence. Snow begins to fall, flakes landing on his dark nose, those hypnotist's eyes bore into her as if he tears the fur from her flesh by mouth. Suddenly, he moves, hopefully being close enough to her that she wouldn't have gotten away.

Should she still be in the same place, he lunges forward. His mouth agape and white daggers flashing in the light of the day, a savage snarl escaping his vocals as he snaps his fangs together over her ruff. Should he make this hold, he will do what nature has called him to do today. Should he not, he will only begin to ravage her, to wear her down and dog every move she makes until she simply is too tired to move or fight him. Either way, Jumanji plans on doing what his body tells him. He is not kind about the act, not caring if his fangs rip into the skin beneath her soft pelt. She is not his to care about. She is not something he treasures, her life having no consequence.

In the aftermath, he snaps at her, savagely snarling as if it was somehow her fault. He separates from her, pulling away and darting off a few paces before he makes his way around. He rushes at her, snapping, snarling, biting at her - as if he attempts to herd her out of his chosen temporary domain. He has gotten what he wishes from her, and now wishes to send her back to that...land of salt and water. He grows still suddenly, a plan forming within the confines of his mind. Should she run, he will watch her direction as long as he can, fully intending to follow the girl home and see what seeds he's sown.

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