Eventually the boy whirled around and Behemoth halted any further movement. Yellow eyes stood out in the darkness as they stayed trained on him. He was young too and awfully close to the place he had found the last boy. It was either a wild coincidence or he had just found Precious Son #2.
Like every other creature he had crept after, Behemoth moved forward. He exposed himself for the other to finally see. His stance was tall and strong but not inherently threatening. The ebony male stayed silent this time around. Perhaps his finally revealed presence would decide which way this little meeting would go.
He had not been ignored so far upon his interactions in this land. Usually he was regarded with words or actions. Everything ranging from questions to an almost instantaneous scuffle. This one merely eyed him though before going about whatever he had originally been doing. Behemoth could not tell if he was interested or bored. Perhaps he was teetering between the two of them.
Without saying much, Behemoth instead fell alongside the boy and sniffed around himself. Although he had a strong feeling they might be looking for different things. Unless this boy also wanted a meal.
He moves over to shove his own nose into the spot the boy had just been. It is obvious by the wolfish scent that they were not after the same thing. He snorted softly and continued to trail after him. Perhaps there was something in it if he helped. The last boy had offered him to return to the mountain. Would this sweeten the deal? Behemoth still contemplated it but truthfully, at this point, it sounded like a nice set up.
At least this one he didn't have to tussle to get something. Well, not yet.
When the boy took off, Behemoth let out a deep bark. Hey.
He said sharply. If you're going to track someone, you're going to do it smartly.
If the words weren't enough to stop the boy, Behemoth was more than ready to try and wedge himself in front of them. He had never been against using force to get his point across.
The ebony teen was all about a bit of mayhem he was not about to play the mayhem game stupidly. Behemoth would eye down the younger boy (who...looked a lot like himself) to make sure his words sunk in.
Do you know who they are or are you just blindly going after someone?
He asked before quickly tacking on. Either is fine.
Who was Behemoth to judge? If the kid wanted to just raise a little bit of hell than the ebony teen would happily follow along.
Although if this was something more personal than perhaps Behemoth would only offer a few words of advice before parting ways with the younger boy.
So what would they be doing? Are they skilled enough to spot you? Friend or foe?
He questioned slowly, not wanting to entirely overwhelm the boy. While he expected the other to answer, Behemoth moved over and truly drank in the scent the boy had found. It was rich and feminine.
He was going to get a headache if this boy was just trying to chase some tail. Although there was something about the scent they had found and the scent of the young male.