i'm starvin', darlin', let me put my lips to somethin'
There is no sound from deep in the undergrowth immediately after Danta disappears, his search carrying him far enough away from Asta that the eerie light of his campfire will most certainly be needed for him to find his way home again. After a long few minutes, some unexpected rustling and a bit of twig snapping, the sound of the tiger's approach back is much more obvious, mostly by virtue of the way he's forced to drag something along with him.
When he emerges into the ghoulish green light it's with a small doe in his jaws, Danta chuffing a greeting and moving to drop the creature beside Asta with all the pride of housecat having caught a small bird. There's minimal blood and he hasn't even tried to tear into the deer just yet; proof, evidently, that his bloodlust is particularly under control right now.
Instead, with an affectionate rumble, he headbutts the Butcher's shoulder on his way back and circles about to properly inspect the fire.
When he emerges into the ghoulish green light it's with a small doe in his jaws, Danta chuffing a greeting and moving to drop the creature beside Asta with all the pride of housecat having caught a small bird. There's minimal blood and he hasn't even tried to tear into the deer just yet; proof, evidently, that his bloodlust is particularly under control right now.
Instead, with an affectionate rumble, he headbutts the Butcher's shoulder on his way back and circles about to properly inspect the fire.
The Maverick
let me wrap my teeth around the world
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
