Shadewood His hair's on fire and his heart is burning

It didn't take long for cry to mangle whatever was once the throat of the fawn, as once he saw the mother turn tail and take to the trees, he set to ending the baby's life wth quick snaps and twists of his own thrusts until the baby just died.
Within the cooling night, the circle of life came to it's new revolution yet again.

The dark guardian did not set into the mass of fresh meat immediately, as his undying blues locked onto the mass of his company.

He didn't attempt to chose the loner, because that would have just been plainly rude. He wasnt a barbarian. Plus, he wasn't as hungry as the tank bodied loner probably was. Cry was simply searching for more fuel to fill caches with. So instead, the artic eyed prince beckoned, an invite of his form beginning with a swish oh his tail and bob of his head, to allow the brute to join him at the dinner table. Escpecially considering that if it had not have been for the sudden appearance, the assassin may havne not been as lucky when it came to escaping the wrath of a now babyless mother.