The irony of the moment being that when she closed her eyes and relaxed, the very demons she hoped to avoid? One of them was among the rocks toward the back, sleeping off the fucking of the Priestess. He'd climbed away to sleep, and it would be her scent that would finally rouse him from it. That smell, smell of a female. Stained with another but his seed could compete and win out. Instinct knew it.<br/><br/>Heh, it was funny. The first female he had here he had hunted. The second fell into his lap. He would smile as he quietly started to climb down. Another female and he's had his nap to rest up. The water would hide him soon, that would make things special.