Hunger. It pulled ferociously at his stomach- it urged him to catch a creature for consumption. The muscular wolf had descended from the mountain in which he now thrived in search of a critter of the forest. A rabbit, a vole, it did not matter right now. He just needed something in his stomach, something to create energy. Heavy paws brought him through the coniferous trees, the needles on the branches tugging at his fur. Ignoring the clawing and reaching of the trees, the man hung low, listening intently for any sounds of prey.


As he continued deeper into the ghastly woods, he paused briefly to drink from a small puddle resulting from a recent rain. Deep brown eyes flickered upwards as the sound of scampering entered his small rounded ears. There was a brief flash of brown fur, and that was enough to set him off. Powerful hind limbs propelled him forward as he leaped gracefully over the puddle. For such a large wolf, he moved fluidly, body weaving throughout the trees in a lithe manner.


Jaws opened as he saw the deep brown toned fur once more. With the thrill of the hunt rattling through his bones and rippling through his muscles, he felt himself nearing the prey. Saliva began to puddle in his lower jaw as he neared, massive paws striking the ground as he pursued the creature. Leaning forth, he suddenly snapped, feeling the soft texture of fur and flesh meet his mouth. Violently, Tlarx shook his head, letting the rustic taste of blood fill his mouth. As the animal stopped struggling, he shook his head a few more times before dropping it. A groundhog. What the hell was it doing in such thick forestry? Shaking his head and almost laughing, the arctic male now lowered his head, immediately tearing into the warm flesh.

His jaws worked the flesh as he ate, tongue savoring every inch of the sweet meat. His peaceful eating had gone interrupted by a wolf who stumbled across him, apologizing for his actions. Turning his head, Tlarx swallowed the chunk of chewed meat within his mouth. "Not a problem, mate." He said, looking back towards his dead groundhog. The white male was surprised how much he had eaten within the few moments after he killed it. He snapped his head suddenly back towards Ash, a sly grin forming on his thick muzzle.


"The hell you so hyper for?" he asked, head tilting to the right slightly. The damn wolf looked as if he had eaten some strange mushroom. There was a bounce in his step, his ears flickering about. He remained in a neutral stance, though, which pleased Tlarx. If there was any trace of dominance that Ash attempted to present, he would tell him off. The Hervok did not carry any other wolf's scent, though, and Tlarx assumed that he was a lone wolf, just as he was.


Looking back to the groundhog, he opened his jaws, ripping into the dead creature once more. Ears were raised, listening for Ash's reply. If he were to suddenly get defensive, the massive gray-white man was ready. It may have seemed he was to preoccupied with his food, but that was far from the truth.

Tlarx smiled lazily, his blood stained muzzle now finished digging into the groundhog. There was a bit of it left, but he was just too content to finish it off. Looking toward Ash, he nodded his large head. "Pleasure is all mine, Ash. I'm Tlarx...Tlarx Everfall." With a quick twitch of his tail, the man was on his heavy weighted paws again. Eyes still on the male in front of him, Tlarx swooped his head downward, picking up the remains of the brown furred creature within his powerful jaws. Jerking his head forth, he tossed the groundhog towards Ash. "If you want, you can finish that up. I'm as stuffed as a damn bear before hibernation." With these words, the Everfall released a laugh, shaking his head at his statement.


He stepped forward towards Ash, ears perking forward as he did so. "I'm assumin' you're a loner too, eh mate? I find it's best that way. I hate gettin' caught up in family shit." He rolled his eyes lightly, looking towards the sky. Why did he even bother? It was covered by the coniferous trees, their thick green needled branches blocking out the massive ball of fire within the blue sky. Sighing ever so lightly, he began to knead the earth with his paws before glancing back at Ash.

Tlarx's ears flattened defensively at the sudden appearance of Treena. She seemed to spawn from nowhere, cuddling up to Ash's side, oh so happy to see him. He blinked, raising a brow, before speaking "Hello." It was simple, but what else was he to say? The large man stood like a figure made of snow, his deep chocolate eyes watching the two before him. Suddenly smirking with mischief, he raised his tail "Mates?" the man's voice questioned. Really, he did not care, but curiosity poked at him like a hot brand.


As Ash offered this new female the food that Tlarx had offered him, he stifled back an angry growl. That was not hers to eat, but whatever. With a loud grunt, the beast turned away from the two, nose to the ground. He licked at a minuscule puddle, testing the cool liquid with his coral toned tongue. His tongue retreated into his mouth, and he raised his head back upwards. Looking at the two, he stood, waiting to see what they were to do.