Sawyl exited the house from the conservatory and allowed the sliding glass door to stand open at his back, enjoying the sensation of the billowing curtains following him out into the early a.m. night, appreciating the beauty of how it must have looked - even if there were no observers nearby. Kerr was out... presumably staring morosely at either Mandy\'s apartment building or the vampire Oligarch\'s house in case he might manage to make contact with Ben - though he claimed he\'d gone to find someone to snack on at Risk - and Sawyl had just released he and his mothers\' evening meal into a cab, to find their happy ways back to the city. He was full and invigorated by the blood in his system, looking elegant in his cream jodhpurs, knee-length brown leather riding boots and formal blue velvet riding coat, stirred into an adventurous mood. Ready to sort a few things out.
He walked to the edge of the paved verandah, staring at the huge fountain before him and sniffing the air. He paused near a support beam before moving down the two steps and onto the pure white pebbles that covered the courtyard area, listening to the sound of dappling water as it gurgled up and splashed back down out of the ornate gargoyle and mermaid fixtures, heading towards the back end of the property - to the area where the landscaped gardens and hedges stopped and the wild forest (in total an area at least as large as that covered by the manicured lawns and house) began.
He was on a hunt, but not one for blood; well, not visibly drawn blood, anyway. Wounding Tag would suffice, forcing him to change his mind would be even better. He didn\'t approve of the way things had changed, since the shifter had moved in over a fortnight ago and tonight was just the night for him to let the boy know it. He was a quixotic beast, very hard to pin down, but Sawyl was of the opinion that he would find him in the wilder parts of the forest, since the uncouth fucker had thus far resisted most of Kerr\'s efforts to learn to speak their language fluently and become more human (in Wyl\'s eyes, at least). The woods were exactly where someone like him belonged.
The child walked slowly over the freshly-dewed grass, pudgy fingers trailing over the chill leaves and flowers that he passed, admiring his shadow as it trailed behind him, playing with his hair. The long, bouncy curls were drawn back in an uncharacteristic pony tail tonight, tied off with a blue velvet ribbon - the best way to complet his outfit - but he still toyed with the ends, watching how his shadow self changed and warped as he did.
His thought sweeps found Tag before his vampiric senses did. Once the direction was defined, Sawyl headed straight for the shifter - into the depths of their forest, as he\'d suspected. Fucking pathetic. Avoiding being snagged by far less attractive foliage than what he\'d just left behind, the vampire eventually came upon the wolf boy laying calmly in a patch of grass, free from horrid underbrush and tree roots, bathed in moonlight. He almost looked angellic. Silently did Sawyl approach and sat beside him, knowing he couldn\'t compete with animalistic senses but intelligent enough to have approached from upwind. He noticed, as he sat, that the grass was trampled, as if the shifter made a habit of coming to this spot and laying here, just as he was now. His own little piece of sanctuary. How quaint.
"Hello, Tag," Wyl purred sweetly, crossing his legs tailor fashion and tucking his small hands into the lee between his thighs. His beautiful face was smiling, but his eyes glinted with nothing like good humour.
