Fox's Glade you look so cool

From the hunt to the kill, and, eventually, the feast, everything had occurred in what felt to him like mere seconds. Caught up in the trance that was his thirst for blood, Alexander hadn’t taken notice to the fact that he was not alone, nor even to just how close his audience was. As he dined, there were only two things that existed: the vermin unfortunate enough to have become his victim, and him. Even the woods and shadows that surrounded him, engulfed him, did not exist in those moments of lost control; he’d become but a beast, primal and ruled by nature alone, birthed by anger and twinges of hunger. He was not himself, but an entirely different being, one that he neither liked nor disliked but, rather, tolerated and coexisted with. For deep within his core, it was the true identity of the albino, sadistic and uncontrollable.

The increasing volume of footfalls did not draw his attention up from his meal but, to little surprise, her chuff did. And for those first few seconds, he was still lost to himself, lips pulling back to reveal bloodied teeth as a low, throaty growl filled the air around him. His body tensed, legs ready to propel him forward should he perceive any sort of threat—a precaution that, after inspecting her and the stance that she presented herself with, he deemed unnecessary. It was shortly thereafter that he’d calmed himself, his stomach filled and the need to protect himself having withered away, leaving behind the usual, arrogant Inuk; his previous actions were not so easily forgotten, revealing to him the rage that both plagued and ruined several of his distant relatives and ancestors alike—this, however, he was unaware of, and therefore thought no further into it. The manner in which he’d behaved was pushed aside and transformed into nothing more than a memory, destined to eventually be forgotten as the female stole his attention away from it.

With stiffened legs, he took a step forward, placing a single limb over his kill. Although he could find no way to view her as a threat of any kind, he couldn’t help but keep guard over that which belonged to him. Keeping his ears shoved forward and tail arched over his back, Alexander nodded but once, officially acknowledging her presence. The motion was followed shortly after by a rough, “What do you want?” as manners were something that he’d never quite developed.