Night was a time when his senses grew hot and his muscles grew tense. Other creatures tend to grow dull and tired in the light of the moon, becoming vulnerable from the fault of their own bodies. Paws of black sink into earth as he jumps with great precision of a fallen tree. He knew this complicated path along his border well. It was something he practiced often, the path one changing and shifting to not beat it into obvious oblivion. He did not keep it simple. He enjoyed a challenge, the challenge to make his border patrol not only a work out, but to understand it in ways an outsider never could. Muscles thick flex as he jogs along his border, darkness his friend on this night.

The brute of blood and black was on edge tonight. He was prepared, almost hoping to seek out someone along his lines so he can simply toy with them. Taunting the gators did become a bore. Yet the smell of blood was one that he knew well. It was a scent that tickled his nares, triggering his eyes to dilate and jaws to clench. Instinctively he follow it, knowing it was the blood of wolf. He was not opposed to lapping at the blood of a wounded loner. The weak were to be destroyed, and he did not mind ending the miserable life of an injured wolf trespassing upon his territory.

It appeared to not be the case though. His blazing orbs of violet, orange, and yellow catch sight of a shadow among shadows. The smell became stronger and it held a flicker of familiarity....it was a male who had approached his Lillith before. He knew nothing more than that, but it was enough for him to boldly barrel towards the male at his border like a train.

Even with the clouds covering the moon and stars, there was still enough light for him to catch a glimpse of the other male in the shadows. The demon lord almost rammed into the male, although he managed to stop without a touch. His orbs searched for the other males, smelling the blood of another upon him, sensing the lack of weakness upon him. No, he had the blood of another's weakness upon him, and the demon male postured with dominance before him. His tail was raised with red hackles brushed forward. A look of almost insanity breached onto his face and his ears were aggressively pinned forward. He had been too close to his Lillith before, too close but the blood of wolf upon him brought out a curiosity, and he inches closer, daring to touch the male shoulder to shoulder if perhaps he finds him in the darkness.

"Did you consume it? Did you feast, or did you leave it to rot?" he inquired, voice naturally carrying in deep slick tones. His nose dare reach to smell the blood upon the male, the scent alluring and bringing a deep pleasure within. The answer the male gave him...would mean everything.