The Sunspire Catch it, if You Can

*roadtrips to you!*

The taste of blood on Haunter's lips had him incredibly riled. Having been more or less ignoring his stomach for the past two days left him now in a state of unpredictable impulse. He watched Xi'nuata tear into the animal's chest, and the gore further succeeded to drive the wild creature mad. He began to pace back and forth to control his driving bloodthirst, large paws plodding down heavily on the rock, and his fur standing on end as if his nerves had been electrified.

His yellow eyes were perhaps the most wild thing about him, and he kept his eyes off his temporary hunting companion, lest instinct take over and he randomly chose to fight her for a spot on this meal. Out of respect he was letting her eat first, but the dead ram was not supporting or solidifying his decision. As he turned to pace the other way, he glanced sideways, accidentally meeting Xi'nuata's mis-matched gaze, which only further served to press him over the proverbial edge.

He snarled in vicious challenge and lunged towards the kill's back, placing a large paw on its shoulder and raucously demanding his turn to eat.