As Sinaaq dined upon his fresh kill his nostrils were overwhelmed with the putrid scent of the creature's blood mixed with muddy earth disrupted by the way in which his kill moved from his eager tearing until the darkling placed a heavy paw upon it's neck to hold it still as he continued to tear it apart and consume it. In some ways, Sinaaq felt an overwhelming amount of relief that Aldartok had gotten lost from him, that his dear infection was not here to see him at this pinnacle of low. Hunting weaselly foxes for food, the endless wandering. A child needed a stable home, this much Sinaaq had taken from his training as a Caretaker. Sinaaq had been given a stable home with Frigga when she had stolen him from the sperm and egg donors, freeing him for the idiocy that was his biological “parents”. The dark priestess' methods had been unorthodox and she had taught her pupil well, so well that he had shown that kind of desolate, warped love to her own son, his nephew. Adlartok had a better chance at survival with him then he did with the lack witted creatures who had, somehow, spawned Sinaaq. So focused upon the epiphany of how he was glad that his little infection was not there to see him as such, Sinaaq was distracted from the world around him attention wise, the rancid scent of fresh carnage had effectively drowned out the woman's scent, else the darkling would have noticed her presence much sooner.Unfortunately, it wasn't until she was upon him, not close enough to be considered a threat to him or his nearly finished meal but it wasn't until she was close, enough for him to hear the shuffle of bracken under her paws that he noticed her presence at all. Swiftly, Sinaaq's head rose so that he was staring directly at the abyss colored woman, eyes of liquid gold shimmering as blood fell from his muzzle in ruby red droplets. For a second he studied her, macabre and gruesome before salmon pink tongue stained with red swiped across his nose and muzzle attempting to clean himself up a bit. He wasn't necessarily in the entertaining mood but he was a vain creature and he desired to always look his best. Brow rose in a wicked arch over his right eye as she greeted him with a 'hello' that betrayed her trepidation. Hello, the darkling crooned at her, studying what he could see of her though she, likened to him in that manner, was easily camouflaged by the ever darkening forest.