The Silencer was always examining, with eyes as frigid as a splinter of ice - he would never stray far from the travelling group (always within viewing distance), and gorged himself on evaluating every aspect of their surroundings as the troupe moved together. Although he did not doubt their ability to defend, it was always worth-while to be aware, to soak in every detail around him so that in the event of an unaccounted-for surprise, they would be able to handle it.

Slowly, he drifted closer again, flinted gaze darting actively between each of the clan members who's presence filled the first snatch of his mind - his first priority was to keep everyone protected, and though he was distinctly aware of their own capabilities, it was among the reaper's duties to defend each and every one of them. 

It was no surprise when his precise watching slowly drifted toward Moath - slavering jaws appeared locked into the lithe figure of Flicker, and a piercing arrow ghosted through his chest; so little self-control did the bodyguard claim, it was almost pathetic. But he knew hunger, and he opted to make no motion to suggest he had consumed this miniscule slice of information. Aries simply observed, and cast a knowing glance toward the crimson-backed girl - if she had not noticed the brute eyeing her from the side, there was little hope even for her.

Regardless of all else, it pleased him to be back amongst the twisting, towering trees of the blackfeather woods; it felt different, more right than the weald had, no matter what his feelings for the melonii's claimed territory were.

Moath had felt watched. There was nothing capable of surprising the male, as nape fur rose the telltale prickle of it all. All predators knew when they had been spotted. By definition he was in fact a predator. But his cunning went as far as how best to end someone or somethings life- making even understandable sentences eluded him. Understanding basic principles surpassed his capacity of knowledge. Aries and Flicker did not hold him with their gases and glares- his Mother’s instruction was his chain. Should Megara have told him to self destruct, there would be no ability to stop this order. Moath did not possess mortality in any selfish sense- 
most blunt, the man would not know the barrier that forbade all life from committing self harm, suicide. 

The tar pelted giant watched as the duo of Aries and Flicker went forth, relieving themselves at random intervals. Damien had as well, and after following the male, Moath did the same. However, after a while, he ran out of urine and feces-
The only other liquid he had was vomit. 

With heavy heaves, something thick and fur-caked erupted in a slime coated spew from his wet maws, landing on the leaf litter a little distance from Damien’s last piss place. It was a fresh meal- and while he was dismayed to see the meal simply lay on the floor, if this was what they were doing then it was all he had. 
Dark amethysts glittered in their ebony backdrop of his face as he watched Damien string a havoc of claws over trunks-

so he followed and did the same. Stretching up on high hinds, the beast draped a body of muscle and steel over a neighboring tree within the lands, and ripped his body downwards, spraying himself with splinters and hefts of bark.