His paws barely touch the ground before they are lifted off again, his gate is a simple one, not to fast but not to slow, steady and paced evenly so that there is little work really put into the thing, yet he appears like one of those ellegant stallions that trots around the show ring showing off their moves. His tail is held over his back as he lets the muscles of his legs bunch and grab hold of the bone before he pushes himself off the ground to leap over a fallen tree. The sunlight sparkles on his silken hair, so soft and perfect that it floats as he coasts through the air, ears pulled forwards as he listens to everything around him. For all the perfection you see here he is no bumbling fool either, for when ever beauty is involved brains are rarely ever pulling up second. His coat is a mixture of three colors with black being the most noticiable of the three, covering most of his body and tail. White saddle marking coupled with white on the inner ears and on the face in a halphazard mask that travelled down his nose to blend with the black of his body, white crawled up his legs, only fading near the hips and shoulders into the black.

A deep russet color spans the entire top side of him until his rum, only some what visible under all that white, it dips under his masculine chin and goes down his chest and under his belly. Down all four legs it frosts the white, only peaking out on his right fore and left hind around the toes. His tail maintains the black appearence with white on the rump and red tipping the tail. He's magnificent. To himself and everyone around him. A perfect specimen of how a wolf should look, physically at any rate. He's bigger than she, the one that drives his heart until it wants to drop from his chest. He lives and breaths for her the way no other could ever possibly think to become. His Naamah. The black she-devil that had captured what no others in the entire world could have dreamed to capture, to restrain the fallen-angel within him and lock it away within a cage. Never to be seen again.His feet of white and russet touch down on the green of the grass, blades poking up inbetween toes as he pushes himself further, further and further through this place. Following the scent trails she had left for him, he would always know where she was... he made a habit of following her no matter what she said. Toes of red and white grip the ground as he forces his body to twist in mid leap gappling with the side of a tree before dulled clawed paws push against the rough bark and bring him into a near 180. Blood. His nostrils flare as he takes in the aroma that fueled his body. Blood. The substance that had brought them together. Perhaps she yerns for more... others? company had not always gone down well with him. He was fiercely protective of what was his and she... she was all his. He didn't like company.

It doesn't take him long to track her down, nose pushed to the ground following the trail of her feminine aroma as well as the long lasting stench of a downed carcase. Toxic green eyes scan the visual he has of the forest floor and it's inhabitants, he has stopped here to catch what little breath he needs, this mortal body could only do so much and yet he had taken it upon himself to strengthen and condition it to it's peak form. A swift rustling of the undergrowth brings his head around as that black nose of his takes in the scents around him. A scream from an angry doe catches his attention, she is to late to save her fawn it would appear and she comes crashing through the forest towards her nest. Samil is quick to respond. Lunging forth his great bulk crashes through what little brush there was in his path as barks of a deep baritone leave his blackened lips. The sight of the large wolf must have caused her to pause, a dead fawn was not worth her own life in a revenge attack, but Samil isn't one to just let off. He crashes past the nest sending all matter of leaf and dirt this way and that, his tail sweeps out behind him as he feels his muscles bunch one more time, he gives a great intake of breath as he lunges for the doe's hind end. Teeth grapple for purchase on the tail bone as legs and dull claws make for a strangle hold on the rear end. He climbs then, higher and higher onto the back of the now deranged doe, she is small, much smaller than he is used to and the added weight of himself on top was starting to drag her down.

She must be thinking that she should never have even come back. But then, where would the fun be in that? He gives one last push with his back legs as teeth grab at the side and underside of the neck multiple times. Her frail legs gave way and within moments he had her on the ground kicking and screaming for her life. His bulk holds her down for the most part as his mouth bites at her face and head now, trying to close down on her nose to suffocate her. Unusual. But effective. Once he feels no more struggle he grabs at a leg and hauls her back towards the nest with greath huffs of breath leaving his black lips that wrap around the soft flesh. They would eat for a while, Samil needed as much meat as he could possibly get his teeth on to keep his body in peak shape, just as Naamah would so long as they didn't find a home soon.

"talks like this"