Jasper had been done with Emmett in the garage for a bit now...more or less the deer had caught his senses, ensnared his unstable lust for blood, and drew him into the woods. By the time he could tell his siblings were now on the hunt as well, Jasper was already deep back in the woods, having left his own trail of dead and dieing deer in his wake. It drove him mad...no matter how much he fed...he never seemed satisfied, his thirst never quenched. He felt weak for that on top of the deep shame and remorse he felt. Giving a quick shake of his head, he sighed, perching himself back on a gnarled stump in hopes of being able to calm himself...which rarely worked.