He moves through the crags like a shark through water, searching for her, wanting to see if his seed took. It is the same thing he did with Lurid, with Alana, every woman would have this male to see twice. Three times if the births were to be counted though he cared less about Alana's well being. Like Lurid, there was something about the shadow-woman to hold his interest, to make the male want to look after his own. They were within her now, he could guess, not having failed to produce his offspring before. It would seem as though many of Jaidah's direct descendants were blessed with virility. Half way through his life, in his prime, he is a creature to be reckoned with.

The single ear upon his head moved about as he searched the winds for any hint of her passing through. "Namaah..." Comes the whispered growl, jade rimmed tourmaline eyes scanning the crags for her black figure. Finally, a deep and resonating howl riddled with impatience sounds out from him. He commands her presence, and if she is the rebel he thinks she is, she will show up if only to shove his command down his throat. If she does not, he will catch her scent and follow her until he does find her.