The seasons were starting the change and this actually suited Amenadiel quite fine. Northern bred, he thrived in the colder atmosphere so when the thermostat started its descent he barely noticed. Well that wasn’t quite true for he did find the summer’s in this land quite horrid. How dare this land make him sweat! He was a creature of stature and dignity if he might say so himself and he would never allow himself to come across so…so common! Amen did not come from some high and mighty pack like some of the wolves here that had crossed his path. Yet that did not stop him from thinking quite highly of himself because if he didn’t then who would?

Pace slows as he rounds a hill, the gentle rushing of water greeting his eager senses, and for a moment he digests the beauty about him. Out of all the terrains he had found that he liked residing near the river. Prey was aplenty even when the seasons turned because of the source of water, and it offered cover from the elements if one were smart. He had found out personally the strength of the currents when he had dared swim north…just the memory of that watery battle still gave him the shivers. As it were he had just finished his morning run and it was time to get down to business…breakfast. Dawn had yet to fully break so that meant that most creatures were either still asleep are soon to wake. Perhaps he could ambush something plump and filling for his palate and with those salivating thoughts on repeat through his mind he sets off to hunt.

It does not take him long to stumble upon the scent of chipmunk. It wasn’t a deer but it was something, so with the expertise of a seasoned hunter and loner he overtakes the critter and dispatches it. Barely more than a mouthful he silently berates himself. A part of him complains on the waste of energy for he would have to hunt again soon. Another side congratulated him on a job well done. Bonus points for doing so in a clean way for nothing was more annoying than getting into a bloody ordeal with a beast that fought back. He much preferred they bow down in reverence to his sexiness and offer him their necks in humble acquiesce to his glory. Alas it never seemed to pan out that way but one could hope right?!

Dipping his head to pick up his kill he begins to turn away when he was smacked with the perfume of another. He barely had time to register that he had let his guard down during his musing when the sound of a chase barreled right toward him. Wait….was that a rabbit? His mind scrambles to piece together all that he missed, vaguely recalling the sound of a twig snapping. He had brushed it off as normal for he was not the only one in these lands. Yet apparently the other was hunting as well judging by the way the rabbit bolted his way, only to see him and tries to change direction. It was in that moment he knew he had a decision. Pursue or walk away. He did the only thing a loner could do. He dropped the rodent and pursued the juicy rabbit, taking advantage of its surprise to lunge. Strong jaws clamp down on its hind leg, pulling it up off the ground, much to its squirming displeasure. What in the world was wrong with this animal? It was caught. It was going to die. WHY did it feel the need to injure him in the process?! A low growl rises as his irritation peaks. With a swift jerk he slings the thing to the ground before clamping down again, this time with it’s neck in-between his jaws. This time he will do it correctly and with a twist all struggle dies. Breakfast is served.

He had taken the rabbit back to the chipmunk when the thought crossed his mind. Where was the hunter? During that whole time he did not see the owner of the perfume that had briefly flittered across his senses. The direction of the breeze did not favor him either for the other was downwind. He could simply ignore this yet his curiosity urged him to go and seek out just why the other had not pursued its prey. His search did not take long before he came across a rather undignified lump of ….well he couldn’t quite discern what color her fur was. Before he knew it he had recoiled and his left lip rose in disgust. How could a female allow herself to fall into such disarray? The thing, she did not deserve to be called female, was sickly thin and wretchedly filthy. It was clear that it did not take time to groom and even if it was starving to death that did not mean die as a disgrace to the wolven race. Perhaps he should dispatch of this too, a mercy killing if you will, yet just as the thought formulated a loud rumbling sound issued from the fur heap. A sigh is given before in one smooth motion he does a about face and retreats from the sad scene.

He almost could not believe he was going to give the creature his meal. He had earned it and here he was about to just hand it over just because he felt a grain of pity. It went against every loner code he had learned since leaving his home pack yet here he was. Dropping the fresh kill beside her, both the rabbit and the rodent mind you, he clears his throat. He knows that she is aware of him as he did nothing to mask his presence and surely she wasn’t that daft. “Eat you pitiful soul before you waste away to nothing.”
His voice is gruff yet tinged lightly with concern for try as he might he did not like to see anything suffer needlessly. “What is your name and why are you out here alone? Where are your parents? And why didn’t you pursue your kill?!”The questions flowed from his lips in an endless stream. He was irritated yet curious…