Azâzêl | Focused red eyes observed the clearing from the tree hollow where the Moto'undil rested, the dense undergrowth obscuring him from view. It surprised him that the doe and her fawn had not been bothered by the smell of a predator in their midst, granted he knew these creatures relied more on their sense of sight rather than smell. His lips pulled back over his teeth. How foolish. The fawn nibbled at some vegetation dangerously close to him; if he wanted, he could lash out and dig his claws into the bridge of the fawn's nose, crushing its face into the dirt. What amused him about the scenario is that the mother would immediately flee rather than attempt to save its crying child, survival being more important than putting her life at risk for the sake of a creature so weak, so helpless in the hands of death. Even ties of flesh and blood can be severed.

A shrill cry broke the silence. The doe lifted her head to see her fawn struggling to free itself from some dire, painful situation. She smelled the blood. Azâzêl held the fawn in place as his eyes remained fixed on the mother, studying her as he gripped the fawn's face, claws only sinking deeper as it struggled. It was so fragile, and he was giving her a chance to rescue it. She did not, fleeing as quickly as the cowardly birds who took to the skies at the first sign of danger. A dark laugh escaped him, eyes flickering with amusement. He dragged the fawn closer, holding the pathetic creature's frightened gaze for a few moments before he finally sank his teeth into its neck, ending it. He did not proceed to consume his kill, simply tossing the carcass to the side, the blood pooling around his paws. 'How predictable these creatures are...'