A feral clicking could be heard as the massive Yautja’s feet crunch the leaves beneath him. Within the mask, his eyes search the forest slowly, unadulterated joy swelling in his chest as he searches out his prey. He’d seen the little human climbing through the brush, eyes wide with confusion from being lost... until they saw him. A deep purr begins to leave his mask covered mandibles, the thrill of the hunt only fanning the flames of his lust.

But when he caught them.... he'd make them his.