He chuckled, seeing the skunk completely flip out, tearing his tail more and more with every violent motion. He could smell the blood form where he crouched in the shadows and he inhaled deeply. He had missed that scent.<br/><br/>It had been a long time since anyone had been foolish enough to come down here alone. He grinned and called out gently, “Aww… Look at your poor tail! now, how on earth did that happen?” As he spoke he started to come closer, drawn by the warm, sweet scent of the red liquid. He approached the skunk from behind, so that the bushy tail masked his motions, and reached out a hand, rubbed hard against the injured flesh, prompting an expected cry from the skunk. He withdrew his bloody hand and licked it slowly, his golden eyes drifting shut. He had missed that taste…<br/><br/>He then smiled, licking his lips clean. “It seems you’re stuck, my little friend… How fortunate for me.” He heard the soft whimpering and then stood before the skunk, saying with a grin, “You shouldn’t have wandered off, little one…” and then leapt into the shadows again. As he crept around the youth, he murmured, “You could get hurt down here… You might slip and cut yourself…” He paused and laughed. “Too late. That already happened, didn’t it?”<br/><br/>He then growled softly, “I can smell your blood, you know. I would know the scent of blood anywhere. After hearing and seeing it drain into that tub…” he perched on the blood tub that he skunk had looked at before, revealing himself. “And then drinking it, how could one forget it?”