Weakness Is Punished.

There wasn't anything that was keeping the male to one particular area of another, to him they where all potential victims, all creatures that could and in more cases than not would be methodically dismembered by the male in the near to distant future. Which is why he decided he indeed would distance himself from those that sparked the psychotic urge to slaughter them, no matter who was around. Yes, sometimes it was better to rot alone and keep the general public safe than follows one heart and become the monster that they all feared.

Which was what brought the man to the lifeless caverns, his paws pressing into the grass that tapered off and died, turning into slates of stone and rot. The tiny crack in the mountain side opened before him and he paused, the sole entrance to the caverns looming in front of him the way an elephant makes it's presence known to the lion. With dark determination the male soon lowers his haunches, his tail lifting as he leaves his scent along the caverns openings before padding in.

Stalagmites here rose from the ground like earthen daggers, the male presses his nose to the stone, inhaling it's musty scent before he trails off deeper into the cavern. Once at it's core the male throws his head upwards toward the dusk induced sky, his bray stretching from his body as he warns others away from the location. This was his, and everything that enters would be as well.

"Speech"
'thoughts'