Big Salmon Lake Welcome to my other side

Rolling onto his haunches, an odd gore-ish sophistication for a beast such as himself in one smooth motion, tail curled lightly around his hips as he watched forward. Ears drawn to her, eyes as steady onto her dark pellage. The thought of hunting did cross his mind, but to hunt, to exert himself after the thought of an easy wounded meal seemed far too strenuous for the moment. Tempting... but you seem weakened by your previous encounter. What's to stop me from indulging in something easier than a healthy doe.