The Grotto had become a favorite memory for Blackthorne. From infancy it seemed to have drawn his attention; the dark slashes of stony walls, the chill that permeated the damp cavern air, and all the weakness that seemed to try and hide within the darkness. It was a place that seemed to pull in the weak - hoping for a place to hide - and the strong - looking for a place to fortify. A place that one could create their miserable, dark misdeeds without the world watching. Molodian was full of those world-watching wolves, the one's who stuck their nose in everyones business. The alphas were busy playing their parts with their haughty looks and flashing tails and while they toyed with one another, Thorne took his time carousing the lands and learning.

He had been here before when that behemoth of a female was snarling at that girl, Alouette, and he had chased and injured many rabbits in this area. Would he spy them still, limping as they regained strength? It was a favorite past time of his - to see if weakness really was not worth the time or if it could be overcome. Which is why he has settled within the mouth of the cavern so that the shadows press in upon his obsidian figure as he sits, poised, charcoal eyes staring at the opening. Patience is a thing he lacks but he understands this and now has set out to train himself, despite the way his bones ache to move, his gums sting with the need to bite and press and tear.

As the day passes, the sun peeks inward and the slightest flash of his silvered muzzle can be seen. It is this that the forest girl sees as she creeps inward; she cannot see him, the light has her pupils much too small, but he can see her perfectly and his lips peel into a wicked grin. He lets her come, knowing his own musky scent will be masked by the rotten remains of a squirrel along one edge of the wall (already there when he arrived) and the dampness that seeps in from the recent snows that have melted within.

Cautious she may be, but when he deems she is close enough he lunges from the dark with an audible snap of his alabaster teeth, the only sound he gives. He does not attack, merely jumps out and snaps to scare her, and if she should be startled he will laugh, low and smooth.