Dreg was, in his own way, like Sindra: something of a pariah in his community. Oh, he was respected well enough: he was the finest hunter of them all, after all. But those same things that made him such a fine hunter-- his sharp mind and his patience, his capacity for subtlety, these were not things the others appreciated. No, minotaur culture celebrated strength, raw and unadulterated, and while he was strong, stronger than most, he was not the strongest of his tribe, and so he was to be kept appeased enough to stay a part of the tribe, a valuable contributor to it, but kept at arms' length as well.<br/><br/>Unlike most minotaurs, Dreg kept his temper, never letting the fact that the stronger tribe leader always got the largest share of his prey, always got the most prized females push him to do something stupid. No, he let his discontent seethe, containing it, channeling it into his work, into his hunting. He might be able to best the tribe's leader, but he could not defeat the whole tribe on his own.<br/><br/>But the predator was frustrated, oh so very frustrated, and this morning, he had gone farther afield of his tribe than usual, pressing onwards in pursuit of a particularly fine hind. He had caught her, and had slung her across his back when he caught the scent of new prey-- human prey-- on the wind, nostrils flaring. Quietly, he moved toward the scent, keen ears hearing the clink of Sindra's armor before he even saw her, alerting him to the fact that he was facing a human warrior-- the perfect prey to vent his anger on.<br/><br/>When he caught sight of her, though, he was surprised; he had not expected a female, especially one so graceful, and so beautiful. Perhaps she was not a delicate, waif-like beauty, but those kinds of humans would never interest a minotaur; they lacked the strength and endurance that a good mate should have. This one, however, seemed a particularly fine specimen of her kind, and in the back of his predator's mind, perhaps an idea began to stir, not yet fully formed. But for now, placing the hind somewhere beyond the reach of other predators and drawing his weapon, he silently circled and closed on his prey...<br/><br/>OOC: Spot and Listen checks, please.