Once he had escorted Cara back into the valley, once he was sure she was safe, he succumbed to the angry voices snarling in his head, ordering him to kill the woman who dared hurt his Cara. Kaname rarely acted upon his emotions. Long training as an assassin prevented too many emotional outbursts, but he couldn't contain this one. He was frustrated, angry, upset. And he took it out on anything that got in his way.
For the most part, it was fauna; birds, rabbits, the occasional young deer. The last of his victims was a fledgling hawk that had fallen from the nest. It had enough feathers on its body to fly, but it was so dumbstruck by its fall that Kaname had an opening to attack. He was cruel to the young bird, breaking its wing, letting hop around pitifully before he pounced and dealt another blow.
Being young, the raptor didn't hold on long before succumbing to its wounds, but it had lasted long enough that Kaname was finally sated. The dark Beta licked some of the blood off of his mouth before he ventured to find a stream to wash himself off in. As he strode to the nearest one that he knew of, he passed the familiar black female laying in a bed of pine needles. She looked vulnerable, resting from her wounds. He could quite easily kill her if he wished. But, luckily for her, he suppressed that urge a while ago. The Beta approached his new Alpha, cold eyes fixed on her resting form. "I didn't get your name."