The first thing heard out of the dark, monochrome male is a deeply satisfied rumble as he once again breathes in the scents of home. Though the fur has grown over his ear since he last came here, the appendage remains missing - though there was no true hope for that. He wore his lesson proudly, however. It was hard not to feel some sort of relief that he is home, only that he has come here once more to lay his roots, this time until his death. Who knows, perhaps the eleven year old son of Jaidah would find his soul mate and live happily ever after!

Ha! Fat chance of this ladies' man settling, even if he should find his imprint. He will forever be his father's son, after all. Though there is a bit of a twist to his kink, Jumanji moves with utter silence and a grace very few are said to possess, something that comes from his mother. Dark, white marked body is lowered as he stalks the doe and her fawn, single black ear tilted toward the pair as he figures out a way to distract the mother. No sooner than the need arose than a solution was met, his dark chassis moving with a suave finesse. In he darted for the doe, and so the dance of death began.