Shane Marion (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} wolfishane) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} bellumlogs, |
These humans were absolutely maddening. All he'd wanted was a decent meal, and the skinny one had been so convenient. Why had he given him the chance to run in the first place? When he grasped for a reason, he found nothing there. He should have just eaten him then.
When the beanstalks sprang up he was forced to correct direction, mid-step, and scraped against one of them as it grew up toward the ceiling. He pushed past the vegetation with a growl, blinded by rage, snapping his jaw. He was going to tear the skinny one into a dozen pieces when he caught up, and then he'd come back for the jumping one that had gotten between him and his kill.
By the time he got up to the next floor, however, there was no sign of him. He tried to follow his scent, but found it muddled, doubling back on itself and blending with tracks he'd made through the floor on days previous.
As he searched, he caught that light, warm, feminine scent again. The girl.
He barked at the door Cole's scent seemed to lead to, then moved toward the stairs. Forget it. There was a better, sweeter meal waiting where the scent led.
((ooc: Bouncing up here.))