So many things were different in Moladian now and he didn't know how to react to all of it. New wolves taking over and rumors starting up that the swamp was dangerous once again. Whispers that pups were getting stolen and taken prisoner. He didn't like it at all. If the killers were coming out of the wood work then he would need to up his game. He didn't like to admit it but that part of him he kept hidden from most of the world, that dark passenger that inhabited him....it was craving blood. It craved justice. He needed to find someone to kill and soon or he was afraid he would lash out at someone who didn't deserve it. And that was one of his rules. They have to deserve it.

He didn't expect to have someone come up following him but then maybe he should have had his own guard up more. If he was out looking for those of ill intentions then it would only make sense that they would notice him and suspect he was a threat, or at least too curious for his own good. When he heard someone yell, he looked up from his tracking and his eyes focused on the female looking at him. She kept one eye closed and it looked slightly damaged but not very fresh. His ears pricked and his tail lifted a little, one brow raised in curiosity of what would happen next. She had lots of questions. His tail flicked behind him as he tilted his head.

"Is it against the law? I like tracking, that's all. You the tracking police? Gonna write me a ticket? Cause it seems you're tracking the scent too. Care to share?" His lips twitched a little, showing the shadow of a smirk as he waited for her response. She didn't seem openly hostile, at least for now. He would keep his guard up but he was curious why she was out this way too and so interested in what he was doing. He wasn't about to give up his true intentions. No one but Tuari knew his darker habits. He wasn't about to just blurt it out to a stranger.