Ah, the grotto. Home of such wicked and delightful past times. It was a good meeting grounds at times for him and Zharko but now that he had ordered his commander to the confines of Glorall, he finds himself without a partner. A sin is what it is and for a few surreptitious hours he combs his own trails to see if he can find Eve. She has been known to trail this way or, better yet, trail him, but unable to find the poison eyed beauty, he is left to find something else to entertain himself. Which is why he finds himself near a familiar rabbit warren, his charcoal eyes watching from the shadows of a tree that he was seated next to. Each year he would capture one rabbit, particularly a youthful one, and leave it with some disfigurement. A broken foot, a torn ear, a bitten nose, something that would impair it. Then he would return often to see how it fared - was it weak still? Did it grow stronger?

It was an experiment of sorts. His father was under the impression that the weak should be immediately culled - he disagreed. The weak should be given a chance to thrive and if they failed, well, then their life was meaningless and thus forfeit. But he had seen that blind wolf in Glorall walking as if he hadn't a care in the world and it made him wonder, as a pup, just what was the truth of the matter.

A few rabbits hop slowly around their meadow, noses twitching, and his eyes find the one he had maimed not too long ago. A broken foot. Even now that same foot seemed to catch as it hopped, but it used it's other legs to guide itself better, and he grins suddenly. Then, he lunges up and towards them with a snarl that sends the rabbits scattering. The rabbit spins with precision and lunges for the nearest hole, just being missed by his slamming teeth, and he grins down at the hole it has disappeared into. So, the rabbit has grown stronger in it's other limbs.

Satisfied with this improvement in his experiment, he finds himself heading towards the grotto entrance, pausing near it to sniff a rather recent scent. A female, young, but that is all he gets even as her voice calls out in a purr. His ears prick forward and slowly he steps into the light of the entrance, tail raised dominantly and the tip of one tooth peeking out in his cunning grin. "I think you should be the one coming out, darling, as you are in the cave and I am not," he points out with a suave tone, his flashing eyes sliding down the length of her.