Snowflakes swirl around the ivory beast as his gargantuan frame moves through the leaf bare trees, his body camouflaged in the pale white moonlight covered landscape, almost invisible besides glowing lavender eyes . Winter was the only season he could manage to blend in should he try, the fresh new snow of Moladions skies the only thing that could match his desaturated body. Dark red stains his muzzle and chest, breaking up the white pattern, showing the success of his last hunt and marking him a killer of his own kind. hunger sated for now, he moves with only one purpose, one more need that drives him to keep scouring the recesses of the land, it is winter and he must find her before it’s too late.

The male is picky, the females he would choose would have to be specific. He would want them for a reason. Snarling his mind rewinds thinking of Lacuna's denial, she'd been perfect. Eye-catching, as well as intelligent and a cannibal. He wasn't sure how many of those existed within Moladion but if he settled for an eater of the weak herbivores the task of raising and teaching the spawn would fall on him… at least the female spawn. The male would have to die.

Ears twitch and eyes sharpen as Mars suddenly starts investigating the horizon before him. Nostrils flaring before releasing tendrils of smoke in the winters, Mars inhales tasting the scents in the area. He was not alone. Lips rise on command as a warning growl is released from deep within his chest. They could come to him expose themselves now or make him seek them out and face the consequences.