[When Isaac hears the young girl, he stops what he's doing and turns slowly, his eyes narrowing on her. He sniffs at the air once, letting out a low, satisfied growl of an exale. This one smells good- nice and helpless, and he can feel his claws tearing through her, wants nothing more than to see her blood.
And she's backing away. Cute. If anything, that makes Isaac identify her even more as prey, and his clawed fingers curl a little, and he takes one tentative step forward, then two- and then he breaks out into a run, sprinting toward her with a sharp snarl.]
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And she's backing away. Cute. If anything, that makes Isaac identify her even more as prey, and his clawed fingers curl a little, and he takes one tentative step forward, then two- and then he breaks out into a run, sprinting toward her with a sharp snarl.]