Isolation had done little more than bring out the savage nature that had always lingered beneath his bad-boy exterior. Honestly, it hadn’t taken very much time at all for him to let his darkness loose upon the realms outside of Moladion’s enchanted walls. Perhaps this was the beast he was always meant to be. Ruthless, reckless, and wild.

The heat of the sun isn’t enjoyable but nothing can stop him from slaking his hunger at this hour. He finds smarter ways to hunt during these oppressive summers and moves his hunting grounds to the vicinity of the lake and river.

Colossal paws splash into the shallows of the river as he makes his way to belly-deep water. Dribbles of fresh cruor fall into the slow current with a light plink every few seconds as they stream from the limp corpse of a young coyote between his jaws. They were always more than easy prey when all else was difficult to come by. Or if they just got in his way.

He continues to wade with the flow of the current until crossing just before a bend in the river. It’s as his black paws hit the pebbled shore that he hears the light commotion of others just around the corner. Dropping his kill, he stands there for a moment in contemplation as he listens to the lot of them. He had little to no interest in joining this meeting, but the place in which he desired to be was just beyond them. So he needed to pass despite his unwillingness to converse.

The monolithic beast picks up his dinner by the neck and moves onward around the bend, jumping to the topline of the riverbank to avoid any close interaction with those that are choosing to torture themselves with this social interaction. His lip curls up in distaste as he passes, though he can’t help but spare a quick glance as he moves on. There was a very small likelihood that he would know anyone gathered here and it wouldn’t matter all that much if he did. Those ties have long since been frayed and forgotten.