Tenabre never gave up looking for the culprit that commited the atrocity upon a comrade weeks earlier.  Shura a giant of a drakanite had been wounded near unto death by a boy.  Shura had survived the ordeal and held no personal hatred toward the mysterious child.  Tenabre however was cursed with the unyielding curiousity to see just who did this.  Shura had made it clear that the boy was not to be killed and he woldn't be.  Tenabre gave his word that no vengence would be taken.

It was noon time as Tenabre was wandering through the streets of Danarium.  The city was in a sheer panic almost as the forces were readying themselves for a coming war supposedly.  This bloody country was almost always at war and it never did take much of a reason to get them going.  As if the favorable winds were doing a great mission they ushered in a scent.  A familiar scent to Tenabre's nose, he had caught the smell before when he found Shura bleeding and broken on the forrest floor of the Wych Woods.  Like shark sensing blood in water tenabre walked the streets on a prowl until he came across a childe with pink hair and a very very ill favoured look.

The description was as close as it would get from Shuras explanation.  Tenabre eyed him like a cat daring a mouse to dart across the floor but said nothing.  There was something off about this child and Tenabre didn't like it.
(Tenabre Lupis)

Vinegar's form was as pink and flamboyant as always. The boy hadn't eaten for a while, his stomach was growling loudly. He needed to feast, the child dound it hard to conatin his urge for the hunger of human flesh. He hadn't seen the ookami before, nor did he really care fo rthem, however he did manage to scraff one's tail off before. Oh what a glorious time that was!

Vinegar licked his lips as he thought, taking a moment to stare at the Ookami with his yellow-eyes. His stomach seemed to roar at this point, as if finding a good meal. This one would be his....

No! He couldn't eat people! He had to maintain control. There was to be none of that. Beginning  to move away Binegar had nothing to say. He had to get out of the city and stuff himself. He feared what would happen if he didn't.
(Vinegar)

There is a old truism among beast of nature.  A proverb of sorts that was quite true from any perspective one looked at it.  Tenabre was not a town person he did not fit in to the society. He was a predator of the wild a Ookami that spent the bulk of his life in the Woodlands.  If there is one thing true that a predator can always recognize another predator.   And this boy ......... anything but a boy.  He was a monster in human skin.

Tenabre recognized the look of hunger in those young eyes.  A look that no human child should possess at all.  A predatory aspect in every fashion.  Had this boy tried to eat Shura?  At the very thought of it something ugly flickered in Tenabre's eyes and the feral nature reared its head and Tenabre's humanity began to bleed away once more.

The boy never said a word and walked toward Tenabre and he never moved.  One does not show fear to predators or they will walk all over you.  Strength is the first virtue and even a predator can sense that some meals are not always worth the fight.  The boy moved passed Tenabre as if hadn't been there at all.  At the moment of their passing a growl rumbled out of Teanbres chest.  A sound that could not of come from a human throat.  It was indicative of the sub sonic noise of distant thunder.  And it was directed right at the boy.  While Tenabre was only five feet tall the noise that he was making would make anyone swear that it was coming from a creature that was far larger.
(Tenabre Lupis)

Vinegar's yellow-eyes only glanced at the Ookami as they growled. He couldn't care less what this male wanted right now, he needed to feast. The urge of meat filling his stomach was just to much to contain for him. Vinegar had never been full except for once, and that was a long time ago. How could he get that feeling again? No matter what or how much Vinegar ate it was never enough.

There was a small response to the Ookami's growl though, it was a small Slurp. It was obvious that it was hard for Vinegar not to spring on the ookami and devour them now, it took every fiber of his being in order for himself not to spring.

With that, Vinegar headed off in search of food like he always did. A glutton's stomach was never filled, after all.
(Vinegar)
Tenabre didn't move but he felt it most certainly.  A barely restrained attempt on his life.  The bodily reactions of fight or flight were all to clear.  The boy controled himself to a fine degree.  A fight like that in the street of Danarium would not go well they would kill one another or the survivor will definitely be executed.

Like to predators neither made no attempt and let this one be a passing gesture.  Tenabre compelled himself and walked off.  In no real hurry but only a lingering phrase that echoed on the wind as if the words were alive and slithered like snakes into the boys ears.  "You will pay for what you did to Shura."  With that he faded into the crowds.
(Tenabre Lupis)