Jazen prowled through the dense foliage, keeping his ears cocked and his nose to the ground as he tracked along, alert for both potential prey and the other predators involved in this maniacal game.  He wasn't particularly interested in fighting, it wasn't his style to war over things, he either won or he found someone else, the in-between areas were far too risky to bother with... but he may be forced into it eventually.  For now he merely tried to stay inconspicuous as he crept along, the two massive wolves at his sides prowling at a decent distance, giving their master a bit more room to manuever.<br/><br/>He paused suddenly and grinned, tilting his head to the side and sniffing the air.  Nymphs... interesting, Satyrs... and immortals.   He grumbled in annoyance and shook his head.  This could end badly in the long run, but perhaps he could keep to himself and avoid the trouble entirely.  Time would tell.  He moved closer to the alluring scent of the nymphs, watching them from the dense underbrush, his tail slowly wagging back and forth in anticipation of one of those luscious bodies squirming within his grasp, ripe for the ravaging and more than succulent enough for a good meal after he'd given them a little fun.  He licked his chops lustily and watched for an opportunity to snatch one up... or perhaps seduce one into privacy.