Neverwinter Forest unseelie

he hunts; chasing a wily raccoon through the thick underbrush of the forest of neverwinter, his focus zeroed in on his quarry like that of a sniper: patient and calculating. his teeth find their purchase and his prey goes still with a satisfying breaking of bones. it is a quick death, but only because while ingram is not a merciful creature by any means he is not so cruel as to let prey suffer.

his prize ( meager as it was ) clutched betwixt his jaws, his path soon crosses with his shadow's and the stranger at her side as the pair seek him.

seaglass gaze sweeps over the stranger; weary of her as he is of all strangers. he places the raccoon's corpse at his paws, salmon colored tongue swiping across his jowls to clean bits of carrion and blood. it helps to ease the familiar bubble of food aggression that begins to creep its way into his chest despite that he meant the raccoon as a gift meal in stead of for himself.

the behavior never corrected resisted against his attempts to assuage and temper it.

so ingram focuses his attention upon his shadow and the stranger, gaze and expression expectant.