He pauses only momentarily in his excavation of the den, blackened claws striking against the earth with a savage fury, widening the den further and further with each slash and tear, as if the very soil itself is flesh to be consumed and ravaged. For a moment those emerald eyes slide sideways like shards of emerald as cold as the gems themselves, watching as the other takes his place upon the side, the sheets of rain and rolling thunder providing an orchestra of violent cries that bleed across the earth with the scrape and pull of Devlins teeth and claws and indeed for a moment the nightmarish male is given to allow his gaze to rest upon his unlikely companion. He is pleased in this. Pleased with the black male and as such returns his attention to the soaked earth at his paws, mud streaking his ebony form, clogging and coating the ebony locks that so mark the creature as one of shade and gloom as another chunk of wall collapses beneath the onslaught of the dark males as they work. It is not often the Black Prince finds himself in the company of another, rarer still that he should take pleasure in such and yet the demons of his mind of coiled around Devlin with a knowledge and desire. Like. Devlin is as he, like he, ally not for eating and until the day the male displays the vile weakness that so drives Tobias to feed he will allow his presence, allow his company as has never been done before, not since Tandros.
The sound of another within the den, the sound of life, heated and fuelled by the rich blood he seeks seems only to drive the darkened creature further, claws and fangs flinging free mud and stone, rain lashing and streaking his sides as the red eyes of the Mother within gleam momentarily within the darkness before her fangs flash and shine, coming forward in a rush to slice and cut at his own muzzle, fangs finding purchase in the thin flesh of his nose, tearing a gash, parting the flesh and welling blood to the surface though indeed he pays no mind, seems not to feel her assault as his own form lunges forward with savage fury to slam against the ever-weakening walls of the earthen cave that conceals his meal from him, his long limbs and large shoulders still just that bit to large to allow him access- yet this is not what he desires in this moment, her momentary attack bringing her within range as his fangs lunge from her front right leg, aiming to seize the appendage between his bloodied fangs, to grip and pull.
Yes, he seeks to drag the wolfess free of the earth, seeking to pull her from her safety, to ravage her apart or toss her aside for Devlin to play with and allow his own blackened form access to the tender flesh young flesh within. Another growl tears free of his ravaged pelt, teeth snapping and diving, form shifting sideway slightly to allow Devil to reach himself, to grasp the female as she lunges and help him tear her from the earth if ever can find a grip upon her tender form as rain lashes down and the blood from his muzzle leaks into his own jaws, only further driving his hunger and fury this night. Perhaps if she resists still, perhaps if she retreats further into the darkness he will turn his mind to one of the other dens that litter this land, for indeed, one way or another he will have blood tonight.