Phantom Hollow you know nothing's too low for me

There was someone in their little Hollow. Though only recently having settled here, Phantom Hollow was home to The Melonii for however long it took their spawn to get ready for the journey back to the Weald. They would be protected, their borders had been marked with the blood of their meals and she knew Midar, the more mobile of the leading ranks, would look out for them. And yet someone had snuck past.

Moath had dwelled quiet as of late, as Mother had no use for him. And with the sounds of Young now within the Hollow, @Megara had commanded him to stay Home for the watching of the Young. He was then showed where the edges of Home were, and the direction was made clear for him. There was to be no wandering. She had even added that he could eat whoever crossed into Home's lands-
These directions were punctual and succient, clear and made specifically for him.

These directions echoed a repeat through the cold and empty halls of what maze was his endless labyrinth of a mind. And they crawled such a slow repeat, claws craddling the thoughts and pressing with tight squeezes into his throat, rasping his already terrifying rumble of breathing into a nightmarish roll. It was not as definite as thunder, nor swift as a avalanche. But it held your ears, and once you heard him breathing his hunger out to you, Moath could not simply be forgotten.

The rumble neared this situation even now, crossing through the scarce woods but bouncing a decrepit deception through the land as he lumbered near.
His sway ever so slow as he ate land with a lethargic shuffle...
But that rumble came closer-

And not a moment after Nyx had finished her demand of the stranger did her mindless guardian come to watch from behind on her left, near obsidian amethysts honing in on whom she questioned.
With the growling hurl of breathing soon came drips, drips of not only saliva, but the dark garnet gleam of leftover blood from the last intruder who had not escaped Moath's damning embrace.

A slow tilt of his dome indicated his curiousity of this circumstance as he halted. Watching as slime slipped through ragged lips, past slavering jowls, thin streams of orange fur, meat shreds and ruby beginning their pool at his forepaws. He watched this newcomer wolf, hunger evident in his ceaseless gaze.

How long would this take...?
How far would this one go...?

And how long would it take to eat them, too?...

She narrowed in on the intruder, her little shadow going undetected. The woman froze in presumed fear, but as soon as Moath joined her side, reeking of destructive tendencies, she started moving. The two chased the intruder out of the territory with some quick nips at the stranger's heels and Nyx stopped Moath from outright jumping the other and killing her. They were above that if enemies fled. The woman had recognized her mistake and returned to the outside world where she belonged, Nyx was satisfied with that.