The scene focuses upon the upon the beast as it's suddenly left hanging by the sudden vanishing of Vermur.
Stomp.
The beast turned its head left.
Stomp.
And then to its right.
Stomp, stomp, stomp.
And then all around as it turned around slow. Its dark lifeless scanning its environment with surprising precision.
It found nothing.
"Hwaaar."
And so it growled lowly with a hint if exhaustion. The beast then stood. Azure it looked onwards in the direction that it had stopped at.
Its eyes, lifeless and almost seemingly endless with the familiar black that inhibited within them. Its body stood tall. Broad and even more broadened by the heavy dark brown fur covered its body and its head but not its face, leaving it with enough room to breath, see and eat effectively. However, the blurry unrested winds of this snowy terrain blew softly yet heavily against his body as it stained its fur with a wet frozen white that made its fur seem an almost dense iron color.
Its eyes, however were barely effected of the sort as the beast seemed to have no eyelids. Did that mean that it slept with them open? Wouldn't that ne a true pain, having to sleep in somewhere where the stale night air sting your eyes and the merciless and abundant sunshine of the half day that stung the eye without any remorse or pity?
Well, that didn't seem to be the case for this beast as for it seemed to have lived almost all its entire life here. Giving one all the clarity they needed about its ability to manage the conditions of this merciless weather.
And speaking of ability-
Sniff, sniff.
The beast's scent tracking seed to have caught the faint smell of something.
Stomp, stomp.
So it moved slightly as it sniffed through the cold blurry air from left to right.
Stomp, stomp.
Sniff, sniff.
It moved again this time its head crouched slightly as slowly glided across and not to close to the ground.
Sniff, Sniff.
It sniffed once more as its body suddenly snapped upwards as its head then frantically turned in many directions. From left to right, to right to left, to up and down, and from down to up, to looking in diagonal directions until-
Sniff.
"Hwaaar."
Its head stopped mid glide in the lower left diagonal movement and sniffed attentively as growled lowly with a hint of interest in its voice.
Stomp.
It took a step forward as its heavy left foot a cracked and slightly deep track in the snowy ground.
Stomp.
It took another step.
Stomp, stomp.
And two more at its black eyes locked onto something that caused a small shimmer of light to turn in its eyes. Like finding gold in mine full of coal. Not diamond? Hahaha yes, not diamond but gold. Not as valuable as it but still something isn't it? Something with more value than the clothes on your back.
But this beast bore no clothes except for the fur on its body that acted as it only shield against the deathly cold winds of this snowy terrain. But that wasn't the case for it. However, what could be gold for a common folk was the red stain of something in the snowy ground a head. As it stepped closer and sniffed on it.
And surely, this was something that belonged to the one that got away.
And it was something that coarsed through the body daily. Yet treated like nothing more than the air that simply surrounded us and that we simply breathed. Without giving it much care through the daily consumption of junk foods and less consumption of what it actually needed. This was non other than the blood that helped us live just a little longer.
It was blood. Vermur's blood. Frozen yet and barely visible through the snowy ground that grew as the winds of this snowy terrain circulated, distributed and piled up the levels of snow slowly and uniformly. But the beast's nose wasn't abstracted by this challenge because for it had finally got the scent. Of the prey that got away.
And surely enough.
Sniff, sniff.
The beast had caught to the scent of its prey and so. Without a single thought, if it could even think, or a single moment of hesitation the beast dashed as its humongous figure quickly disappeared and flashed away from the atmosphere itself.
Stomp.
As the beast dashed through the trail on which Vermur's scent lingered. It partially but barely reappeared on the ground as its body flashed away the moment it's feett hit the ground.
The beast trailed on without stop. As if it were about to find something precious to it. And as Vermur's scent grew stronger, so did its speed and panting as it trailed through the winding path through which it moved to find its prey.
And after a while of flashing and sniffing about-
Stomp, sniff, sniff.
It came to a halt. Its fur now a snowy gray as it looked around for something.
Stomp.
It stepped as it crouched slightly and ducked down to find that this was this place right where it stood bore the strongest scent of its.
And as if to be sure, the beat actually walked forward a bit as if sniffed about, but...
"Hwaaar."
Growled lowly with a hint of confirmation in its growled as turned back and slowly approached somewhere. Somewhere small. Hidden. And unseen by a creature of its magnitude. But this beast in particular. Bore features on its body that were basically hacks for it to live here and survive.
And one of them, was its nose.
That sniffed deeply as it finally came to a halt somewhere and knelt on one knee. As its head crouched down to its left and in the cave. The small scrawny and almost dark cave.
"Hwaaar!"
Bore something that made its blood pulse furiously. And its senses sharpen within a deadly intensity.
One, no many might think this is the beast's mere excitement to final discovery of its prey.
And then there are the few, who'll think cautiously and ask themselves two things about this reaction. Could this be a scare or an excitement?