Fur softened the sound of his paws brushing against a patch of dry grass along the mountainside, using the backside of those massive mits to crawl under softened tone. He knew that these were pack lands and was doing his best not to gain any attention from the wolves that lived here. This was his first time gaining the courage to cross any pack's borders, though the reasoning was well enough. Wyrm was starving, it'd been over a week since the growing colossal beast had any sort of sustenance put in his system. He knew these wolves had food and he was old enough now to be confident in his abilities to stay hidden, especially considering he'd been handed at birth a natural cloak to disappear in the night.

And, well. He'd just die anyway if he didn't try.

Wild, oilslick eyes were wide and alert, those impish ears standing tall on his crown. The teen titan was already standing tall at 40" now that he was nearing the cusp of his first birthday. It was quite ridiculous really, though he was quite obviously skinny under all that fur during this stage of growth. He hadn't a clue how to fight, having gotten as far as he has in life so far by remaining unseen and in the shadows, only moving at night (the sun was far too unforgiving on his pitch black coat). Fur was still damp from his attempt to slip into the mountain runoff rivers and mute it with a quick bath, though he was beginning to smell strongly of wet dog. He wasn't sure if his efforts worked.

Nose brushed through tall grass as he kept close to the denser areas of pines along the mountainsides. He continued to crawl, an acute sense of smell mostly developed and already geared toward food. He could smell the faint scent of old blood, there was either a kill here or a wounded wolf.. he couldn't tell, but he had half a mind to accept the possibility of either.

She had slipped from the den tonight, unable to sleep tonight. It had been sometime since she had actually strolled out at night, the last time being the night she had went out with her father. It was a fairly quiet night and she found herself heading to the last large kill the pack had. There was still plenty of meat on the carcass and though she wasn't hungry she had seen something there earlier today that was worth checking out. Her form was quiet as she moved, being more agile then her siblings due to her more compact paws. She moved quietly in the darkness, her ears and eyes taking the world in around her. It seemed quiet tonight, not even a howl from a coyote was heard. The kill came into view and her pace quickened, dashing the the spine side of the kill. There her eyes searched the ground until she had found what drew her interest earlier. Ever since her little learning session with Ty she was interested it crafting a blade. Ty had explained that it was useful in many ways and the large body of the herbivore had some good bones for the picking. This bone was the femur, a bone she had cleaned off of meat and skin earlier today. Now the roughest part was to figure out how she could craft it on her own. She settled into a sternal position, eyes looking over the bone as the gears within her mind began to turn, flashbacks of the crafting session playing within her mind. Little did she know that the belly side of the kill was the likely target of the dark trespasser. She wasn't even aware that somebody had the guts to move this far within the boundaries. The pup made no noise right now as she stared down the bone and tried to figure out what her first step must be. "Actaea Talk", & 'Actaea Think"

Indigo sheen reflected off the flare of his nostrils as he continued to inhale at the wind with hungry lungs. Following the trail of blood into pack territory was an easy task, truth be told. His challenge came with remaining mindful of his mass and how easily he could remain hidden in the pines to anyone looking on from a distance. It was particularly frustrating to have to part ways with the scent trail of blood in favor of following the shadows and avoiding open areas along the mountainside, especially with how in dire need of food he was tonight.

He was becoming a bit more desperate the further he moved into pack territory, he didn't fully understand the sheer size of the Maw. After several minutes he forfeited his crawl for a jog and took off in the direction the air brought the scent. When he took in the sight of the already ripped open corpse, an involuntary growl released from his rumbling chest while his massive paws worked to quickly scale him down the mountainside. He didn't stop until he was on top of it, his teeth working to sink themselves into a large portion of exposed meat before his feet even came to a stilled stance.

His eyes nearly rolled back in his head with his first swallow of food, an audible gulp filling the air around the two wolves. If Actaea had been unaware of his presence, she surely heard him now. His growl was resonating around them in a barely recognizable rumble.. becoming louder each time his jowls parted to lunge for another portion of meat. He couldn't summon any grace at this moment, all will to do so surrendered beneath the power of survival instincts and eat like a truly hungry wolf.

After his first few successful swallows, he finally allowed himself to mind his surroundings. Large imp ears rotated slightly on his head as they sensitively were pulled toward the sound of Actaea's breathing not far from him. His eyes widened, bloodied maw lifting from the kill while still chewing down flesh. His eyes took in the sight of her and his chewing slowly ceased until another loud gulp ended it all together. Long limbs bent slightly, his weight anchoring at his hindquarters until he sprang forward and jumped over the kill entirely so that he was positioned on the same side as her. By now, she was likely just as aware of his presence as he was if she hadn't already been so for some time, and that was good. He simply wanted to be closer to her so he could get to know her, either not caring or not noticing how invasive that could be for her. A large grin split a maw seemingly constructed of smooth obsidian as he slowly squared his stance and flagged out his tail behind him.

She had been focused on her task and the approach of the other had gone unnoticed. In fact she didn't notice his approach until the large carcass moved when he landed on top of it. Her head whipped to the left then upward eyes narrowing as she watched the dark figure rip mercilessly into the carcass. He had no idea she was there in that moment and hi soul focus was on the kill and filling himself with food. The only other time she had seen another rip into something was when her siblings had been anxiously waiting for food to be brought to them. Starving and trigger happy group they were and when food came it was all for yourself and who cares about the rest. He had to be starving, had to have been hungry and had a lack of decent food for a while. The sounds he was making made it all the more seem like he was simply just an animal. For most her age they should be completely scared, wanting to run and hide, but to her it drew her curiosity to him. Questions began to rise within her mind as her fiery eyes stared at what she could see of him. Then suddenly it all stopped and he stilled as he began to realize that there was another there. She looked away just about the time he looked to her and began to pull herself up into a sitting position as he launched himself over the kill and landed with a hushed thud. She whirled herself up to her feet and around to come face to face with the large wolf. She was immediately drawn to that inky gaze, the all black eyes that looked to her. She felt unable to breath a moment as she stared into those orbs. You would have expected eyes like that to be lifeless, but his was full of life, full of energy. Something she was unable to explain why so. Fiery eyes stared into his and she almost could let herself grow lost in them, they were truly the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. Though she was finally able to pull her gaze downward to the widespread grin on his face. Still mostly white teeth were a dead give away that he was young, white like her own tiny teeth right now. Though another amazing discover was the all black gums around those teeth making her even more curious of the sight before her. It made her wonder if he was a figure of her imagination, if he was simply a warped shadow and she was seeing things. Nose twitched, close enough to take in his musky scent. She couldn't be seeing things when she clearly could smell the musk of a male wolf before her. They were literally only a foot or two apart from one another. She also noticed that he did not smell like the pack wolves, he lacked that communal scent that they all shared. She didn't smell the hint of soot from the volcano making her realize that this was not a pack wolf. She tried to compose herself, pull herself back to the reality that she was here in front of a strange wolf that was large enough to easily kill her. He was evading her personal space, yet he did not show one ounce of aggression. She didn't know how to react really, stumped at what to do. "You..... are trespassing," she stated her tone neutral. She stated the obvious because she couldn't come up with anything else to say. She couldn't even think of saying 'who are you'. "Actaea Talk", & 'Actaea Think"