The sound of running paws sees that darkened Angel turn, eyes of reptilian green rotating within his skull to fixate upon the yearling females as they rush towards him, lip curled upward in warning of his intolerable mood though the creature makes no move to drive towards them or seek to satisfy his hunger upon the youth of their blood. He can smell it within them, the heat and warmth of the richness that flows so readily within the youthful veins and indeed the demons within his mind grin and dance in delight at this scent that permeates their youthful forms and yet…..his fractured mind understands that they are his own, they are not for eating, marked within his own scent they are belongs to be kept and held not torn apart so that he might feast on whatever lies within. He is tolerable of them, because instinct demands it, fractured mind so readily seeking to feed upon them and yet each fractured thought deviates towards a desire to possess. There gender too perhaps, sparing them the onslaught of teeth and tongue upon them in a maelstrom of fury. A rumbling sound rises readily within his chest, passing over the scared throat from so long ago, echoing a greeting of sorts to the pair though his gaze does not look upon them- eyes instead fixated and focused upon the horizon and the falling darkness as it emerges like blood from a wound to darken all around it. The bolder of the puppies falls to his feet and upon her spine, deadened eyes cast down upon her as hellish jaws part to grasp her muzzle in his own, a muted affection perhaps, yet a sign of domination all at once, mind accepting her submission- for it pleases him and soothes those angered fires within that drive the demons to fury.

His more favoured child rolls to lick at his chin and jaw, her own teeth clacking together in a manner that appeases him only further, this child that is his own possession, as all are his own possession- the other child ignored. He will give no attention to those whom do not demand it of him, mind incapable of seeking to offer such actions without prompt to do so and by this token Lurid does not exist to his mind beyond her presence behind him. His form rises abruptly from his seated position, darkened limbs striking out across the fields now, as if his attention has been captured bya figment he alone is given to see, darkened eyes aglow within the oncoming gloom as another rumble within the depths of his throat summons the small ones to follow- if they dare to do so. If they do not, then he does not care, he will find them where he has left them within the den he had placed his favoured one many months ago. Yet for the moment, at least, he seeks to have their attention, long limbs extending across those open fields as his muzzle lifts to the air and nostrils flare to drink in the wind around him.

No scent of Jaidah exists, his mind unaware that it is she he searches for, understanding only that the air must be clean and free of scent unwelcome before he strides forward once more in search of any whom have wandered within his lands else strayed too far from the freedom of the areas around to meet a welcomed embrace within his jaws tonight.