Dark dirges, red urges

Edmund fell into step with Maea with ease, lifting his head to scan the skies as he scented the air. Comfortable in his shift, the younger Ancient moved silently through the trees, mindful of the embers in his fur. He was eager for the hunt, although his bloodlust was mild and controlled. He may not enjoy harming people, but Edmund had grown to enjoy giving into his instincts to hunt prey for food. The taste of raw game was delicious now, even outside of fulfilling his bloodlust. Something faint reached him, and Edmund crouched down to get a better sense of it. The ground in front of the two tigers was trodden upon, hoofmarks accompanied by the scent of game. He gently scraped the dirt with a claw to alert Maea, although she had likely noticed it as well. Edmund molten fur, molten heart