Hutazuner was stalking through a thick, leafy forest, his gold and green scales flashed through dappeled shadows as he hunted. But it wasn't meat he was hunting, not for eating at least. It'd had been a while since he'd last roamed these lands and he'd just recently caught an enticing scent. A feral grin snarled it's way across his lips, giving a glint of fangs as he hunting for the source of that sweet smell of an elven woman. It stirred a great hunger in him, one that he was not inclined to deny. Every step he took was made with the uttmost grace and silence, despie the furrows his great claws left in the soft ground.