Honeyed Pasture villain

His life was a void of uncertainty. He had no home, no goals. No idea where to go and what to do. No idea who he was anymore. His father had been his whole life, idolizing a man he had never known and basing his morals and values off that fantasy had created who he had been, a lie. Now he was a blank slate and he felt like one, a blank empty numb body. He was just drifting along when he smelled Carnage and found it in the form of a torn apart coyote, wolf scent all over it.

Curious he began to trail after the other wolf, keeping low in the frozen grass as he spotted a dark form ahead of him. Vivid blue eyes watched the male pause and clean the blood from his maw. Finally he stood up and moved silently toward the male though not directly. He didnt look harmed, not like he had brutally killed the coyote in defense. If anything the male looked deadly, calm and menacing as he licked away the traces of violence. Here was a killer, a murderer. "What does it do for you?" he asked bluntly. "The killing. Is it for fun? For pleasure?" he sounded genuinely interested, expressionless face giving nothing away. He wasn't judging, he wanted to know why.