He was always on the prowl. He was a large, foreboding figure. One that tended to stand out against the crowd with his light colored form tainted with black on his underside. He required quite a bit of food to keep his hunger at bay, and thus his eyes, ears, and nose were always open. Always searching. Always assessing the land for what he might consume. This is his main driving instinct.

Yet he has another that he understands less...an instinct that he cannot put any sort of logic to with his mind. It was the desire to seek out females every now and then. He has been captivated by them in one way or another. In fact, most of his interactions have been with females. He has no desire or drive to be around other males, other than his brother now that he has come around. Yet he was different, his brother. So different, but Segin did not mind this. He understood his brother in some ways. But the females? He didn’t understand why, yet he does anyway.

That is what drives him to find Grimoire the moment her scent hits his nostrils. She is not prey, not like typical. He does no hunt her the same as he does what he consumes...yet he feels it is almost quite similar. He follows her scent just as he would prey. He finds it a thrill as he sniffs through foliage and trees. It is exciting not knowing when she will appear before him, and he savors the moment as he slithers through the wood to find her.

She always had a sort of appeal that drew him in. He found his appear to all the females he finds different in some way or another. Grim always brought out a side that he liked quite a bit. Thus when the trees part and he can see her lounging and chewing on a stick, he stops for a moment in the distance and watches. She takes such pleasure in chewing on a branch, and he does not understand. His blue eyes narrow as he pushes forth again, and weaves through the remaining trees between them until he is right before her.

”What is so great about a tree branch? It is not...food?” he asks with his deep vocals that were hinted with a bit of confusion. He stood naturally tall and strong, yet his young-like questioning could certainly offset his beastly look.