Prowling through the long savannah brush, Spooky smiles to himself as he watches the remaining darwig warrior beat a hasty retreat, its waist turning to look behind it frantically as it moves towards a mountain in the distance. Keeping a safe distance the lycan keeps himself away from the slight breeze that blows over the land, the scent of his remaining prey keeping him moving in a single minded way while he watches for outside threats. The darwig lets out a howl of pain as a large insect rises from the shrubbery in front of it, the creatures wings buzzing silently as a small syringe like tail pumps some form of fluid into the darwigs convulsing body. Watching the insect silently Spooky waits until the darwigs body stops moving, the scent of death lingering in the air before he dashes forward and slashes his claw upwards, the curved blade easily sliding through the joints of the insects throat as its head falls to his feet while the body falls backward and twitches.