[glow=#000,1,400]I WISH I COULD ESCAPE, I DON'T WANNA FAKE IT ! — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
Kliment was a scavenger, a hunter, and a true carnivore at heart. The smell of death that lingered in the air attracted him over like any predator that was hungry for a bit of flesh though this time it was different, the smell of death was lingering onto one of his clanmates or rather two of them. He swallowed the saliva already building at the roof of his mouth, he made his way towards Myhri and Damianos' limp corpse before lowering it down close to the form itself noticing a certain scent that was lingering on it. The Pitt. He could feel his snout scrunched up forming a snarl, his tail lashed to the sides in sudden anger only to find himself staring at the body once more with his pair of blank, emotionless pseudo eyes. He ran his barbed tongue over Damian's cheek letting out a soft chuffs, it would be a waste to let the body decay underneath the ground and,not preserve the meat but he couldn't really find himself being able to eat the jaguar to begin with. He supposed that he was gaining a bit of sense or at least a form of feeling for the jaguar not one of romantic intentions but rather one that made him feel defensive of the big cat, he felt like he had failed the fallen God. It took a bit for the giant brute to even look at the marbled fox even if his attention was diverted at the moment, he felt a low growl escaping his throat upon hearing the barking in the distance. His ears twitched quite a bit trying to depict when those far off barks would arrive, he hesitantly picked up Damian's corpse as carefully as he could before locking his attention onto the marbled fox once again. [glow=COLOR,1,400]♛[/glow]