As he continued to slink through the forest, his paws, though large, slipped him quietly through the night. His pale eyes needed no adjusting, as this was his play time. Ears twisting on his head, he caught every sound: the wing beat of the owl as it launched itself off the icy branch in search of prey, the frantic scampering of the small rabbit, the futile struggle as the owl gripped it with it's talons and the sudden, dull sound of bones crunching as the owl silently put a talon through the spine. Stopping and perking his ears, he even went so far as to turn his shadowed head and show a venomous smile, anticipation for the death gurgle and the sound of flesh ripping making his pale eyes glint in the darkness.
As the sick gurgle reached his ears, a low, twisted sound of pleasure came out of his throat. Hearing the bird of prey rip it's first piece of meat off, he almost wished it was still alive. The hot red liquid inside was always better as it still flowed. His mouth salivated, and he swallowed then turned away.
Lifting his muzzle, he took a long breath, his nostrils widening as he closed his ghost eyes for a moment. The fresh smell of death made the corners of his mouth curl up. It had always calmed him down. Yet as the long breath ended, a smell of a wolf bringing up the smell of death. Snorting softly, he started slicing his ways through the darkness, following the sweet smell of wolf flesh.
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He found it almost amusing when he discovered he did not have to search much longer - a large, dark male drew closer from the shade of the trees like a panther stalking its prey, and Aries raised his tail in arrogant assurance that he was boss. In this case, it did not matter that this land was not claimed, for the Reaper only wished to establish his dominance over this stranger. He disliked the predatory glint in his eyes. The Svartell was the dangerous one, those iced orbs stared back with silent words drifting from behind.
He grunted in greeting, a deep voice that lacked enthusiasm. What did this male want?
As his pale eyes landed on the wolf, the glint became present as he saw him raise his tail. The youth thought he was better than him. He choked back a short bark of amusement. Looking him over, he saw the strong muscle, the flesh rippling under his pelt. The large male's mouth watered as he considered the possibilities. Should he go for it? As he almost crouched to spring, he stopped. Maybe he could be more use alive. Did he have connections here?
The boy still had his tail raised, his stance clearly dominant. He thought quickly as he copied what an omega would do. Going into a submissive stance, the movement made him sick. He had always been on the top. Yet if he could get this wolf to help him, he could pretend for a few minutes, right? His predatory gaze disappeared as he masked it with a compliant look. Inside, he was laughing at this boy, as he tucked as his tail further. Better than Lonzo Moralez. Funny.