Bearclaw Valley moreau's golem

stigmata had to make an effort not to be distracted by mona's presence. he simply wanted to know more about the scarlet girl, who had indeed introduced herself, and the invitation of food could not distract him from such ideations. he kept her pinned in corner of his serpent gaze, fascinated by the slimmest details he could glean of her from these piercing glances; he had to force himself to care about the rabbit tracks preceding them.

as he often had in his life, and would for many years to come -- perhaps owing to his gender -- stigmata repressed his feelings and redirected that pent-up aggression to the task afoot. he could hunt in his sleep, so though mona was technically a huge distraction for him in particular, she was of no consequence to the warhound when there was a kill to be had.

naturally, he accommodated for her company: motioning silently for her to take up position along a well-worn set at the mouth of a tunnel opening. this left her with the more important task of snagging something before they could all disappear into the hole -- a test, if there ever was one -- and the male retracted with a shadow's silence to stir up a crowd of fleeing bunnies.