Ruby eyes scanned the lands lazily ahead of him. Thunderous paws hit the ground with a dismissive rhythm, uncaring if his presence was obvious or not to those around him. With spring in full bloom, the young newborn prey were quickly gaining weight - soon they would be ripe for the picking and a hunt would be demanded to fill his greedy belly with young flesh.

It was times like these he missed the famine, the weakened wolves, starved and lacking strength were perfect for a beast like himself. Months had gone by since the prey had returned, and competition was a constant once again for the usual prey of sickened and weak deer, as well as smaller mammals.

He followed a scent, without much thought, there was one he had followed for a while now. A female's scent. It was second nature to him now, he had no plans for when he would come face to face with the damsel, but it was better than wandering aimlessly. At least this gave him a route, an end goal - and if something came along the way, then so be it. However, as he approached the scent, he found her before any distraction. He stood silently after breaching the cover of a spruce tree, eyes washing over the lands to ensure they were alone; he had no intention of hiding his presence to her and waited to be noticed.

Unless the woman was blind, deaf and had zero ability to smell - Vengeance expected her to find him almost immediately. He only had a moment to take in her appearance before she moved to view the new companion in her presence, in response, he gave a wayward smile, flashing a one yellowed tooth grin before blackened lips fell to a rest once again.

Stepping forward in a slow, confident stride, he didn't challenge for dominance in this meeting and instead kept neutral but obviously certain of himself. He only closed some of the distance between them before stopping, opting to not yell at each other from across the small field before speaking.

You seem to be lamenting a loss. He commented on her somewhat dreary mask. Sorrow is a weakness for those with no family to guard them. I suggest you hide your sorrows better, otherwise you'll be prey to another.

The breeze ran through the dirtied pelt of the goliath. As the two watched one another, they were the spitting difference of one another. One clean, clear, with a bright eye - the other, dark, dirty with an eye for evil. She was cute, and he was grotesque. If the man had taken more bathes and cleaned himself, he had the potential of a handsome brute - instead, he was far too busy with other tasks than to worry about his cleanliness and appearance. A gladiator only fought and conquored, to remain clean was nothing but a show for politics. 

Ignoring her found smile, he continued. Call it as you wish. You certainly come off distracted. Who's to say I didn't have the hunger for flesh before coming across your scent, woman. Not a threat - but the truth. His standoffish turn of phrase was thrown carelessly into the mix. [/td][/tr][/table]

Her response was... amusing. The man's lips shifted into a toothy grin, thick yellowing fangs glistening in the light as the black curtains peeled back in bemusement. If sharks could smile, it would seem something similar to this. Fiery eyes narrowed slightly while focusing on the female who was so contemptuous as to spit fourth such words. 

Such hateful words. He mocked. A shoulder raising for a moment in a shrug before the man continued. Obviously taking enjoyment in the little firecracker he had found. If I came here to hunt, I assure you I would not have approached you the way I did. He answered her threat with a tone that was a matter of fact, perhaps a little taunting with a teasing undertone tickling his words as he spoke. Despite having full faith in his battling abilities - even he would prefer to keep injuries to a minimum if able. 

It's spring, and by nature I'm drawn to females. Nothing more, nothing less. Don't fret, however, I'm not here to breed neither. You're far too small as it turns out, despite that fire. If anything, he was honest - for the most part. Whether it was good or bad was up to the interpreter. Truth be told, this was perhaps the first spring since his birth that he had any interest in fathering a litter - but he would be picky on whom he chooses. Risking a litter of undersized brats would become nothing but a snack. You shouldn't be surprised when a male finds his way to you at this time of the year.