His head whips around, just as he was to take off again, looking at Haru and then beyond her to the trees. Latapur Kishideta had returned from his wandering again. His normal behavior this was not. What was this? He threw his large head back, purple eyes flicking closed as he howled his return-that chest thumping force saying 'I am returning' no doubt that the werehumans and elves heard it and some may even have known what it was, but the thought would fizzle out to a fear or unease like the rest. He snapped his thick jaw once, the scar on top of his muzzle wrinkling, giving a twisted flesh an even more grotesque appearance.<br/>He leaps back to the sky and circles higher before banking and heading home. Far to the distance there is a freckle out of a place, nothing more than a bird he is sure. From that far he cannot tell what it truly is.<br/>Shame...he'd wanted to tasted different blood tonight.<br/>As he drew near he could smell the dracling, the rich heady scent of it's blood played through his nostrils. Another resonating howl rose from his throat as he dropped form the sky like stone, landing on the top of the small cliff with a whirl of dust and some tumbling gravel. He looks up for Haru by way of tilting his head half to the side and upwards, so one eye could still watch the Shadows around him. A rolling purr, starting small and growing louder rises from him, a cat satisfied with what it has is all you could think for hearing him...a big satisfied cat.<br/>His claws are out, poison glinting, claws clicking on the stones a he repositions himself.