I'M NOT LOCKED IN HERE WITH YOU,

Nail meets stone each time he picks up his gargantuan paws, and each time he puts them down, making a bold testimony to his approach. Why should he hide his magnificence? How could he? Were he not meant to be seen, the fate that kept them all would not have seen fit to bestow a crooked crown of gold, nor so many streaks of silver. Deep sapphire gaze makes its rounds once more across the rocky earth of his domain, his ink black nose seeking more information. She-wolf, blood on the wind was what he was met with, and she was close. Stopping dead in his tracks, Asterion wages war with himself once more, those shadows needing cages in his mind. The want to rip and tear the woman to shreds was ever-present, but he trudged onward and was willing to fight the battle he needed to in order to see what shape the wolf in question was in. He couldn't kill her if the hunt wouldn't be fun.

With his dark, gold splashed muzzle at ground level, he follows the track of the wolf hidden in the crags. He knows little of this part, only the trail he follows and the battle that still wages within him. Dark blue eyes move along the surrounding rocks, searching for any dark spots that would indicate a hiding spot. Not finding a clear indicator, he turns back to tracking the female by scent, finding that the blood grows faint, and the fighting of his demon begin to simmer. She led him to her den, where she tucked herself in, his lanky frame coming only within ear shot of the female. He didn't know what sort of beastie lie in there, and he doesn't want to face an adversary he is ill prepared for. "You okay in there?" His voice tries to be gentle, though some of his notes are still higher in pitch. The boy likes to act tough, but right now he is as vulnerable as she is. Asterion liked to think he stood a chance, but reality struck at the oddest of times.