If he is given to notice the blackened female’s appearance then he offers no such interest within it. She is simply…well lived, a strong creature as nature intended, one capable of survival, each mark and tear upon her flesh merely the medals of valour to be one within the game if existence and yet he hardly cares to offer then attention- merely affording to them the respect he offers her in turn, allowing her to keep the largest portion of her male, taking only what he deems his own. After all, the lands of the free assure there is no right to food here, free of the hierarchy of pack his own domineering blood- perhaps the most potent, most dominate blood of all is given to extend, to ripple within his veins and see his own assertion in this. She is wise perhaps to merely often her own moment of discord before returning to feed, leaving the hulking, towering creature to wander away from her atop giant white paws, placing himself some distance from her still before beginning to consume his meal. Chunks of bloodied flesh are torn free, muscle and sinew easily giving way between his jaws, the male well within the prime of his life, the meal consumed easily and readily. Perhaps he lives upon the outskirts of Diveen, an outcast within even his own family and yet he is well fed all the same, a creature his size requiring the meat only a pack can truly provide. Perhaps he would hunt it for himself, if not for the shadow his own sire posed within the gloom of the forest. He does not fear Tobias, not truly, more so he is simply wary of him- for Elijah is hardly foolish enough to treat the threat of the emerald eyed demon with scorn.

One ebony ear flickers at the sound of the female’s voice, head turned to regard her as his tongue sweeps across his jaws, licking at the bloody residue as she speaks, her question met with little more than a stare of sorts, eyes blinking lazily a moment as his lips pull back once more- though this is no display of threat, more so he simply moves to sniff at the air once more, readily intrigued by this female whom did not so hurriedly seek to drive him away as so many others did. They did not dislike him, more…they mistrusted him, or so he believed, those of his pack. Isola had always been kind, Heyel his unsung champion upon many an occasion and yet truly believes it is for his Mother they truly hold affection, for Aaliyah, the ‘Littlest Angel’, the sister and daughter and aunt so many of them had cherished. Perhaps they cared for him…for her, perhaps they had raised him merely to appease her spirit, although truthfully he holds little belief in such things. He was born with his soul intact, born whole unlike so many whom desperately seek there other half, there imprint. A curse he had escaped and as such is wary of any talk of...spiritual things. Ego cannot stand to hear them and he so disdains the ranting of his other half.

He does not fully…appreciate the scent that lingers about the female entirely, naive perhaps in so many things and yet the instinctive drive exists all the same, his curiosity in her assured. She had not sought to repeal him immediately, the girl proving at least…receptive to his presence though he remains reclined upon the earth still as his ears lace momentarily backwards.

“I have already eaten my share. I offered you assistance in eating it. I think that is enough.”

His voice is smooth, baritone, masculine within its perfection as he speaks between his teeth, head lifting upward slightly once more, almost as if he is preparing to howl, or stretch his neck and back and yet it is as his head lifts into his upward position that his voice seems to shift and change once more, head rotated downward slightly, eyeing her directly now with a single emerald optic. His voice has become…rougher….thicker…darker in that moment as if he has changed the manner in which he speaks entirely, Ego determined to make himself known, his own intrigue spiked perhaps by the lonely female within the depths of winter. The demonic side of himself, it would seem, is more given to the realisation of this…opportunity.

What would you like us to give you?

Those emerald eyes roll slightly once more, a smirk of sorts touching his features before the male shakes himself suddenly, sense seemingly having returned as muscle pulls tense once more and the male moves to raise, wandering now back towards the female, seemingly determined to sate his curiosity. The Angelic Demon came forward in easy strides, limbs long and smooth upon the earth, moving to circle around her, lingering nearer her hip a moment, though outside her reach before continuing to circle around, neck arched slightly once more, tail lifted within this expression of…assurance and curiosity of the female, curious to see how close he may be given to get before she snaps, before she seeks to drive him away as his muzzle reaches briefly forward and towards her own as he comes to stand above her once more, the kill in between them, blood staining his snowy paws as he offers this brief…stalemate, if only for a moment, reaching for his muzzle with her own, tail held high, a wave of sorts offered, seeking to come…closer to her in these moments though he cannot be entirely assured of why, Ego driving him as much as instinct assures.

“Elijah.”