To Covet, it wasn't practical to fear others. Someday he might fall, but until then, he would face head-on whatever he must, and continue to take down the weak. If there came a day when that was him, and he fell, then so be it. That was the way of the world, and weak should not survive. However, there was a sort of age limit to that, in Covet's mind. For all the worries he'd had over the years prior, he didn't eat anyone under a year old, and often stayed away from yearlings, too. To give them a chance to become strong enough, but by maturity things were pretty much set, and it was best to cleanse the gene pool of those who could reproduce and really should not.

He had his own highs and lows in life, but he looked at it in a way where it needed to be catagorized and sorted. He dislikes where life had been less than kind to him, but that was how things went, and Covet could only decide where to go from there. So he had, and would simply survive as per usual until the day came where he could not anymore. He doubted that day would come anytime soon, and he was sure to cause much havok as he progressed downhill in age. That was the only way to go out with a bang, right? Of course Covet would take calculated risks whenever he felt the need to do so. He had been feeling the press of something deep within; some need to do something drastic. What that was, he still couldn't be certain.

For now, he would proceed as normal, and eventually it would come to him as to what he needed to do. What was going on now was sort of relaxing, if he did say so himself. Not trying to maim or kill meant that he was likely to be doing something calm. Odd in itself, but Moladion did do strange things to his thought process. And Covet was the blunt kind, because why should he not be? He could weave words like the best of them if he thought it fitting, but here and now he was only admiring the pelt coloration of another. To the point and honest did seem like the best way to go about it. Her words in response gained a level stare. "You've been through things." It was a statement rather than a question; her words were telling. "Are you squeamish?" Not the most normal of questions, but it was Covet, after all.

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