The handsome, dark haired young man continues to recline within the embrace of the shadows, tall, lithe frame well concealed within the darkness of the dock, his long tail continuing to twist and turn within the sand as any felines surely does upon the sight of prey. He is hungry...starving, his Alpha's refusal to feed him tonight resulting only in the creatures more primal, more animalistic desires seeming to take hold within his fractured mind. He is not as others, his mind....does not function normally, those broken tendrils seeming to result in a man neither human nor animal and yet seeming to balance so delicately between both- his thoughts and actions so often ruled by animalistic desire rather then human conscious and it is perhaps these predatory senses that see the small terrier targeted. Those sinful dark eyes seem to glow, if only for a moment, flicking with the gold of his feline form though he remains within his half changed state, pupils dilating in preparation as the small dog wanders only closer. A sudden and unfortunate change within the wind however sees the terrier become suddenly more wary, the animal halting, pausing, sniffing at the air as a hiss passes the Were-cats lips in disdain at this, the boy shrinking further back into concealment. He knows the dog is blind, or almost so, his ability to sense weakness in others alerting him to such a thing and as such he is only more assured the dog is prey, weak, a victim to be had. One small, black tinged ear twists atop his human skull, the sound of another approaching forcing his attention towards her as an...unknown scent reaches his nostrils, her sweet, high-pitched voice drawing his attention rapidly now.

Her gaze remains away from his own, the small, grey-haired girl displaying behaviour he understand only as submissive and as such his own irritation is somewhat smoothed. This is HIS territory, he alone the dominant predator within these lands he shares with his pack, his own high ranking within it assuring he is entitled entirely to enforce his dominance upon others, the fairy merely fortunate, perhaps, in her own quite nature and readily submissive stance. Her words however are almost entirely lost upon him, the creature merely....staring as she speaks, following her gesture towards the terrier and back again- allowing silence to descend once more as his mind struggles to understand. His grip upon language is basic at best, the young man in possession of the body of an adult and yet his mind is almost...child-like in the manner in which it functions as he moves to step suddenly from the shadows, allowing the girl to view him entirely now. He is so very much taller then she, such height off-set by his slender, lithe frame, dark eyes hidden beneath a wealth of unruly dark, thick hair that tumbles into his gaze, his human frame marked only by the golden spotted tail, ears and claws of his animal form- the boy a partial shifter, a rare talent even amongst his own kind.

For a moment his head simply tilts in the same manner a puppy may do at the sound of a curious noise, long lashes catching within his tousled hair before a small frown seems to mark his features and he gestures once more to the terrier...to James.

"I...am going...to...eat him."

He is nothing if not honest and yet each word is a struggle upon his lips, each syllable forced with evident difficulty as those fathomless dark eyes return to the girl before him, narrowing slightly once more as one hand suddenly lifts, long fingers reaching for her grey hair, catching a strand between his fingers, so entirely unaware that such a thing is inappropriate, the creature truly more boy then man, so readily fascinated by this....colour, eyes suddenly wide.

"Is....pretty."

Handsome young features pull into a grin of sorts, long tail flicking in delight before he suddenly releases the strand of hair he holds, the dog momentarily forgotten in this moment as he suddenly proceeds to circle the woman, head twisting and turning, content to view her from every angle, unaware perhaps that such predatory actions may well make the woman nervous and yet her scent is......unusual to him, the man suddenly curious.

"What...are...you?"

madness, as you know, is like gravity: all it takes is a little push