He moves silently along the rocky terrain, the downpour of rain washing away the scent that so marks the nightmarish creature as he comes on slickened paws, dead eyes aglow in the mist of fog and rain as his muzzle raises to taste of the air. Searching. Searching. He does not pause, does not wait, accepts that the other will follow, Devlin’s momentary bend in will enough to appease the depraved creature long enough to allow the company of one he deems as himself, one not weak, one permitted to hunt beside him for this single night at least- for indeed this truce will last no longer then that which Tobias deems the other an equal rather then flesh to be supped upon in the midnight hour. His breathe rises like reams of smoke, moving to hang above his ebon form as the dark and night part to allow him to slither across the earth like a fractured shadow as he searches amongst the rock and earth for the hot and heady scent he desires. His veins burn with hunger as blunt claws scrape against the shale and stone, dribbles of saliva coating the wetted earth as he seizes upon a scent within the rain.

It is this scent that draws him and his shadow this night, this scent of blood and life that causes his tongue to slide free of his darkened jaws and caress his bloodied muzzle in greed. He has already eaten tonight and yet he hungers still for that which comes within the spring, for the taste of flesh so young and tender. His mind does not understand place nor time, he cannot be made to perceive this change in season, knows only that when the water falls from the sky that the earth will be rich with new flesh for his taking. They are weak, fragile, undeserving of life and so he has come to take it from them, come to even the odds of this vile existence he is forced to endure and perhaps spare another a life of pain and little else. Perhaps he is a creature to be pitied, he feels nothing, understanding nothing, obeys only the instinct of old and the laws of nature. He cannot be stopped, not even by his own will, his mind driven only to feed and consume and indeed this night his instincts have seized upon a target, a growl humming within his ravaged throat, alerting he who follows to that which has been discovered though already his heckles lift and fangs flash like violent knives. He will permit the presence of Devlin, but he will not allow him to lead or feed first. Devlin is as Flare, tolerated, permitted for they provide a use, his mind understanding only this mentality of pack, this chance for more than one warm body or perhaps, if the female rests, alone they may take her too.

The den is within the crags and caves, his tender meal protected by stone and earth and yet this embrace of nature will not save her, the small dark female within, alone and without a mate, alone save for the heated bodies of the ones he desires as a snarl eases from his lips as the thunder rolls ahead as those deadened eyes peer within the gloom. His form is to large, he cannot fit within the confines of the earth and yet those demons of his mind hiss and shriek with hunger and need for the heated blood promised within. One large paw strikes readily at the earth, soil and rock tossed down the hillside like the bones of prey already broken as another growl rumbles and hisses from within, his breathe coming in heated rasps as another mound of earth is scent aside, ripped and torn savagely from the earth with chaotic resolve. He will dig her out, he will rip her free of her protection and he will feed upon all he finds inside and perhaps- Devlin will join him if the other should prove pleasing in that which he does in these moments as the rain thunders and the nightmare of Moladion sets his sights upon his next meal, blackened claws ravaging to earth towards her, brought closer with every violent strike.