"Sweet mother, sweet mother, send your child unto me; for the sins of the unworthy must be baptized in blood and fear.."

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It was not often that Naberius had the opportunity to step out from the boundaries of Iromar - in fact it was an oddity to see him roaming about the wild lands alone.

But this day he was feeling rather strange. He could not explain the urge to relieve himself from his duties and seek out what may interest him in another's company. And yet, perhaps it may be the inexplicable desire to find a hunting partner and bring down a nice meal for the evening. He has yet to tag along with another for a one-on-one hunt and though he is young, he is sure that he would be capable of bringing down such a beast, especially with the aide of another.

And so he proudly jogs from the borders of Iromar and into the wilderness of the lands that surround them. Despite his lack of experience within these territories he seems rather at ease and he is soon encroaching upon the looming fortress that was the grotto just ahead.

Golden eyes fixate upon the quickly disappearing figure of charcoal and black and he is soon in pursuit, angling his direction now so that he is entering the cavern that the stranger had just retreated to. The stench of blood and death was fresh upon the air and sought to lure him further into the grotto as his eyes adjusted to the change of light. The darkest corner now holds the one he was searching after with her bloodied prize clenched between her charcoal jaws. He had little knowledge of what world lies outside of the moorland and so he simply stares for a long moment before approaching closer, perhaps a bit too close for her own comfort.

Hunger riled within his belly and the carcass that the girl had managed to capture seemed to bring him to conjure up some sort of conversation "You are not going to share?" It did not occur to him that the principals of a pack do not apply here in the wild lands and the pecking order is nearly nonexistent.

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