Oxx was in a drastically better mood now that he'd expunged a useless life and alleviated some built up tension. His stomach was full of wolf meat and he carted a gift for Isidora along with him. The speckled behemoth felt quite satiated. There was a pep in his step as the blood spattered brute made his way back to the forest where he and his companion had holed up. The pair were here simply because Oxx had heard a little bird say that there was a grey, one eyed woman living nearby. He'd been on the hunt for a similar looking wolf for years. Hopefully his hunt would end soon. What would he do after that? Who could say. He had to finish his quest first, then he'd worry about it. Traipsing into the clearing where he an Idisora had been living, Oxx sauntered up to the tiny woman. He lay the rolled up skin at her paws. The brown and tan fur was still coated with blood, but it  could be dried and whatnot whenever. "Isidora, my darling, I've brought you a gift." He didn't know if she'd like the gift and frankly, he didn't care. Oxx didn't usually call her such things unless he was in a fiercely good mood. Once the wolf skin was placed at her paws, Oxx tossed himself to the misty, snowy ground and began cleaning the blood from his massive white paws. "Speech"

Isidora had noticed Oxx missing almost immediately. It was her job to know where he was at all times, so that she could better anticipate his needs and do whatever it is he wished of her. When he disappeared, the woman felt a mix of fear and relief. Her protector was gone, which left her vulnerable; nothing really bothered them while the steel beast was near. There were dangers around every corner, Oxx assured her, and Isadora was under a constant terror of what would happen if she was alone. A very small, almost minuscule part of her felt alleviated that the man was gone; she could breathe deeply and walk heavier. After just a moment of his absence, she decided it was a perfect chance to tidy up their “camp” site, and she did so until she heard the crunch of his paws on snow.

She quickly gave herself a shake and rid her paws of any accumulated dirt before smoothing down any out of place hairs she could reach. Thin lips pulled into a shallow smile - not too much, not too little. The tangy smell of blood hit her instantly, and her savior dropped a rolled up skin right before her. The squishy sound the pelt made as it hit the ground caused her stomach to twirl for a moment, but she swallowed it away. Her ears dared to come forward at his voice; it was silky smooth and so pleasant. Her heart skipped when he called her darling, her smile swelling just a bit. “Oxx, thank you. You are very generous to me,” she murmured, wanting to show her complete appreciation but careful to not talk too loudly. ”I will get it ready to use soon.” Another glance to the fur confirmed that it was no prey animal she was familiar with, but she knew Oxx would take care of her like no one else could and asked no questions on the pelt’s origins. “Are you hungry? Thirsty?” A single forepaw lifted slightly off the ground, ready to fetch him whatever he desired.

Oxx continued to lap the blood from his paws and forelegs. It probably would have been easier to just find some river to splash around in, but it was cold and he was enjoying himself. He noted Isidora's moment of squeamishness and it brought a grin to his face. The giant did so enjoy making her uncomfortable. He liked to see how far he could push her. So far, she took everything that he threw her way. It said something for the small fae and it was probably the reason that he kept her around. Well, that and she babied him. Oxx adored attention. It was his favorite thing. When the small lady asked if he needed anything, hopping into her servant-like role, Oxx grinned again, but there was a darkness in his eyes. The way that she reacted could bode well or ill. "And what will you do if I say that I'm thirsty? Reroute a river so that it flows before me?" Oxx Carpathius was an odd beast. His moods drifted and ebbed with the wind. When there was an object to focus his wavering disposition on, it was even more fun. Like a game of roulette. Isidora would always be the loser, unfortunately for her. "Speech"