A low, sleepy grumble emitted from the mans lips as he walked out to the small path leading to Horseshoe Overlook, carbine repeater in hand. He hated being assigned to guard duty. Nothing ever happened, and he still would rather do anything else.

However, movement in the brush caught his eye, and it seemed that tonight wouldn't be so boring after all. "What the hell are you doin’?" he asked as he approached, recognizing your figure crouched over something. Your head quickly shot up at the sound of footsteps and he was astonished when he was met with bright yellow eyes, your lips, chin, and shirt covered in blood from the carcass you were devouring.