Just a little hunting...

The boy didn't move, didn't run, but Oxx could see the telltale signs of alarm. The tensing of muscles, the twitch of lip, the fix of the boys eyes upon him. The young wolf knew what was coming for him and he didn't balk or run, he began talking, much to Oxx's surprise. The words were wind. The slate colored beast was no child to be goaded with words. But since the boy showed interest...

"Oh I'm very much her child. The first, actually." The leisurely approach continued and Oxx slowly began to circle the mottled boy. "Moreso than you and your siblings. She must have taken pity on your ugly mother and gave you our name so you'd at least have something going for you." Around and around he went, never appearing rushed or overly focused on the boy. "You're all pretty lackluster compared to the true Carpathians." A soft snort sounded and the beasts lips pulled back in a grin. "Even my crazy as fuck sister living in a giant skull out there on the ridge is better than all of you put together. " A light shrug was given as he continued his circuit. "You're just lesser creatures. It's always fun to pick on the weak. Like hunting juicy little fawns." The man gave his shoulders a little wiggle and flicked his tail as though the statement brought up fond memories.

"So you already know what's going to happen, but do you really know what's going to happen?" There was no way that the boy could know because Oxx himself didn't yet know. Once he got started, it would come to him. Once he began, like an artist, his bloodthirsty muse would take control and guide him. "I could do to you what I did to your brother, but he was cocky and sure of himself, you aren't in need of that lesson. So what lesson do you need, little brother? What faults do you have?" Oxx practically purred as he sized the boy up, the beginnings of his imagination starting to work.

"Oxx Carpathius"