Fox's Glade dogma looks but never peers through the smog

It was that smell that drew him near. The amount of blood in the air was enough for the beast to come closer, draw him in with the possibility that food may be laying around. It wasn't the hunger that had him walking toward the smell, but the simple promise of food to fill his gullet despite being hungry or not. A free meal was a free meal, no matter the story behind it. It was the reason why a loner such as himself was as large and keeping with musculature as easily as he was.

As he drew near, ruby eyes landed on someone who had already beaten him to the spot where the scent eminated from. It seems he was not the only one who was drawn by the scent - but perhaps for different reasons than himself. The other seemed to be quite vexed as he yelled out, snarling to himself as though there were an invisible opponent who squared off infront of him. 

For the time being, Vengeance chose to remain quiet. Whether the other chose to interact with him, or move on was his choice.. Vengeance was keen on seeing if he can track down whomever was bleeding...