THE DREAM CALLS FOR BLOOD

He does not flinch, does not move, and does bat a single fucking eye until the tawny bastard has left the caverns. He is foolish, oh so foolish, to not heed he and Achlys' warnings of his wrongdoings. One day soon - a day that may come too soon for the male - Asterion will be unstoppable and his grudge against the male will endure time. That he is sure of.

With a snort he lashes his tail and turns to follow the trail that the lovely girl had taken and soon finds her laying with her things once again upon the cold floor of the grotto. He watches for a moment as he stands above her before reclining down upon his haunches and trailing his deep blues from the corpses to her in silent inquisition.

"Why do you like them so much?" He speaks with a bit less formality as it seems she does and it does not really bother or occur to him that he sounds just so. Proper mannerisms were never a tradition in his family and while he may not ever speak against the girl or attempt to harm her in any way, he will speak just as he always has and forget to bite his tongue when perhaps it should have been. She may take it as a rude remark and read into it too far or she may see it as the question he truly means it to be. Straight and to the point.

After all, she was the first female he had met outside of the passer-bys in Diveen and even then he had never really cared to communicate with any of the other pack members. But this stranger had things that Asterion had yet to encounter; a gentle voice, graceful looks, and a strange curiosity or perhaps obsession for things that are dead. "I hope my family didn't hear any of that.. They are just up the mountain." He grumbles in the darkness after his inquiry, trying to believe that they didn't hear that well and weren't going to come charging in at any moment to see what was going on.