Dawnlark Plains through gutters filled with black debris

Good. The beast rumbled, although it was far from a pleasant sound, perhaps it was the closest he could muster. He leveled a suspicious glare at the stranger as he pulled away from him, having learned all he needed during his investigation so close, and closed his mouth as much as he could with a brief scowl slipping across his face. There's no reason for you to be here, then. Food is needed, and I am not that, was he trying to explain himself? Maybe. But he did so poorly, being nothing like his smooth-talking brother or wiley sister. He wasn't leaving though. Betelgeuse's gaze widened slightly as he looked upon the stranger, and he licked his own chops again. You could be food, his face split with a grin made more malevolent by his jutting lower teeth, and he let out a crackling mess of noise that was likely intended as laughter. but not yet.