Jin's mind was a large and noisy bevy of emotion; a mix of curious and excited as they stepped into the cool breeze and took in the scent of the forest. Then something else took hold of him as Motto brought their attention to Isabella: that familiar warmth, a new primal craving, an intense hunger, shame. Jin jolted within their own mind as Motto addressed him with his ideas, the sensation of blood rushing, trembling, their heat beat. Then it was gone, suppressed as Jin had become accustomed to doing. There wasn't much time to be having an episode; they had work to do.<br/><br/>More importantly, they had company.<br/><br/>Motto had reacted before Jin had time to register what had even happened, his body moved quickly and deftly placed them behind some foliage. A moment later, a large matted beast sniffed at the ground only a few feet from them.<span style="font-style: italic">"Cù sha' "</span>Jin voice was a breathy whisper in their head as he looked at the thing. It was magnificently large and grotesque. It's mass of shaggy matted pale fur caught the final rays of dusk, giving it a sickly ethereal appearance. Its massive paws smashed down into the ground noiselessly as it slinked forward. It blew out of its nose before sniffing once more. Strangely, neither Jin nor Motto felt fear in this moment. There was a calm level-headedness emanating off of Motto. And Jin, Jin was awestruck by this creature.<br/><br/>Such malice. There was no vendetta or discrimination. This was ingrained. By design, this creature was made to drag away the living and make them suffer. It wasn't aware, it was working on some profane instinct.<br/><br/>"You kill this, Sir," despite being in their mind, his voice remained a whisper. His voice was giddy and bratty, like a child setting up a make believe scenario with his parents.<br/><br/>"I'll try not to mess up your movements," Their mind was racing with possibilities before quieting down just in time for the beast to snap its head in their direction.<br/>_________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>The leather of the steering let out a strained creak as Isabella's fingers tightened around it. The visage of a sickly, hill-sized mop of a dog had stepped from the woods into the headlights of her car.