nothing too crazy along the lines of maiming for this relationship. keep in mind the notes under miscellaneous of his profile. i would like for him to have an active master/surroundings.

Squirrel needed a new Master, and he needed one fast. The harsh winter had been taking a harder toll on the male than he had originally expected. Meals were difficult to come by, only able to munch on little remains from frozen carcasses that only had the undesirables left over or very little meat at all. That is why he was here, at the battlefield on this cold winter day. His body was thin, but not yet to that point where every bone was sticking out against his skin. It was clear he needed some help though, that was all he knew. He moved carefully across the plains, the snow having been flattened from the paws of many that visited this place. Occasionally he would move over some rocks that were spread across the area, bronze eyes quickly moving away from the splatters of blood that littered the ground, pace quickening when he would pass somebody unconscious from a battle. Even in the smack middle of winter the boy was surprised at how many people still came here to fight, pairs in every direction you looked. Finally after a few minutes he came to a stop near a large rock, carefully climbing on top and taking a seat with a shiver running across his spine from a particularly cold wind. He would sit and wait for a victor to step forward and claim him, other than that he would sit back and watching the battling wolves, not wanting to interrupt such an erotic show of power.

Oh how long had it been since he had last been here? The creature could not remember. A couple of years at best, but now he had returned. Claws clicked upon stone like a raptor stalking the land, cold amber eyes screened across the land like a viper searching for its next meal. He walked with an air warning others not to mess with him right now, for he was not quite in a good mood. He sought his children, his claimed mate. He had left unannounced to find others to bring back, forced or willingly, but to no avail. The ones he had come across, he ended up killing in fights. A show that they were too weak to serve him. The creature shook his head, nostrils flaring then as a scent brushed past his nose. Turning towards the direction of the wind, it brought to him the scent of another. It smelled pitiful, though perhaps he could be mistaken. And it was then he'd set himself into motion. He walked quickly across the battlefield, each step bringing him closer to the target. And it was no more then a few moments that he'd spy a male, his back towards him, sitting upon a rock. His visage would produce a sickeningly wicked grin, this creature would be in for the change of a lifetime. Coming up to stand below the boulder behind the strange male, Sin would stand at his full height, his tail curled dominating over his back. "Well well, what have we here? You look quite pitiful. Are you here for a fight? Or some other purpose?" He questioned the other, a certain hunger clawing its way to the surface. "Speech"

He found himself at the battlefield once more. A glutton for punishment, Valentine was on the hunt for an opponent. He had an itch that needed to be scratched. It started as an unshakable restlessness and steadily progressed until he couldn't sleep. What compelled him, he didn't know, but there was something about the gamble he took in squaring off against an unknown opponent that did the trick. The energy (gained or spent, he didn't know) from it settled him. Spying a lone figure, Valentine began amble up to the rogue. As he did so, another brute beat him to it. Bah. There went his chance at a spar. ...or did it? Perhaps they'd be up for a three way fight. Stopping before the pair, he quirked a brow and ran an assessing eye over each wolf in turn. "What do we have here?" ""