I am Become Death, Destroyer of Worlds

He stared at her for a good long while, a silent and deadly gargoyle. His dual toned eyes stared into hers, a serious look to them as he measured her up. She was food to the boy, nothing more nothing less. Of course he couldn't make the kill just yet. He'd have to wait for his father to come. After all mother never made the kills it was always father. In fact he almost thought mother incapable of hunting, which brought up the question of why his sire chose her then.

The words of the female brought his still somewhat floppy ears to perk at her. That was a stupid question. His pelt carried the scent of six pups and his mother so that answer was a given. And his father would likely be out hunting, though once he returned then the hunt for him would be on. With a vocabulary that should be beyond his level he finally spoke. His voice seemed to carry on the dual tone of his pelt as well. He was a living demon, much like his father. "The sire is deadly silent and haunts these woods and the dam is caged by five demons." with that he fell silent once more. His eyes never left hers and other than the necessary blink, did not blink much. He was still, silent, and deadly. He was perfection, bred to be the next king of hell.