notch your arrow!

Vulcan wasnt too far when the smell of blood caught his attention away.

He had been going here and there, a loner in all the meanings of it. He just hasnt found a home, a purpose, one long ago stolen. Taken from him. He would had been a king, an alpha. But no, all of it came down, and here he was now. A mere wandering soul, one who only had his own shadow as company, as travelling partner.

He dd everything on his own, hunting, defending himself and most importantly staying alive. And he could be selfish, but it was just how life was. Take or die. But when the opportunity of hunting larger animals than the scraps he was used to came around, he would take it without question.

"I will help also. Name's Vulcan." He didnt know if he would still be part of the Preator family, nor if his father still considered him a son. But well, that was a matter for another day.

"-"