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The stillness of the early-autumn morning had occasionally been interrupted by a gentle breeze. In these gusts, Atshen had been able to catch the far-off scents of prey and wolf alike. For a majority of these samplings, there had been nothing that intrigued the former Dark Master. Though the scent of an ill doe had almost diverted his path, the yearling felt as though he couldn't be bothered to hunt now. Despite the fact that he was gradually growing more famished by the minute, the raven-colored wolf found himself prioritizing his twisted desires over the instinct to survive. 

Eventually, as Atshen began to gravitate towards the nearby mountain range, his motivation to redirect stroke.  

The smell of a fresh kill wafted past him as it rode on the current of the chilled air. Quickly, he towards the source of the alluring perfume of death, as he found himself unable to turn his nose up at the meal. After all, the wind also bore the indication that the ram's body was in the presence of another wolf and Atshen wondered if he had happened upon a two for one deal. 

With motivation driving his every step, Atshen arrived on the scene quickly. Finding a wolf feeding feverishly on the corpse, Atshen observed exactly what he had anticipated to come across. The woman, for the most part, was distracted by her meal and this allowed Atshen the opportunity to consider what he would go for first. As tempting as the meat was, his desire to maim was even stronger. Though his quick killing had been a thrill, Atshen sought something that would keep his time occupied for quite some time, and he suspected that the female before him might be the ideal candidate for this. 

With this goal in mind, the rugged male stepped purposefully toward Siobhan as a growl rumbled in his throat. Unlike his last game of cat and mouse, which had been a riveting experience in itself, Atshen wanted her to be aware of his presence as it would be an intestering variant of his usual routine.