A large, clawed hand snapped out from the dense foliage, wrapping around the Nymph's face, closing over her mouth and hauling her into the shadows.  Another arm wrapped around the little female's tiny form, hauling her against warm fur as a deep voice hushed her urgently.<br/><br/>"Quiet... wait for the right moment..."<br/><br/>He poked his head around the corner, eyeing the direction of the Satyr stalking off.  He hefted a stone and winged it at the creature's head before huddling around the corner and pulling his hand from the Nymph's mouth, growling low in her ear as he gripped her wrist tightly.<br/><br/>"Now... scream!"<br/><br/>He would hurt her if necessary, but the urgent insistence of his voice should have been enough, if she wasn't afraid enough of him already to scream without a suggestion to.   He waited patiently, pressed against the tree, hoping the Satyr would return.  There was more promise in helping these nymphs than there was just randomly thinning their ranks.... but first, proof of his intentions.  He waited, claws tensing and jaws aching for flesh to sink into.