The satisfaction of taking a life, it never seemed to get boring for the hunter. The spilling of blood and the quickened heartbeat, the thrum of pulse fading on his tongue.

Yaalk'ali lacked the satisfaction of ever beinf considered bloodhunter compared to his elders. Lacked the might of what many Lanzadoii men may hold. Even his eldest sister, Meleys. He was just lucky enough he was at least larger then the majority of women within the group now.

Yaalk'ali looks to her with sharp yellow eyes. Windswept furs carrying the scent of salt and spice. His head cocks to the side. She was Lanzadoii. Her moments in the hunt giving her away and proven now by her words. He would be hesitant coming onto her, lest she end up being made his wife one day. As naturally, for us Lanzadoii. He says with smooth tongue, laden with blood.