By his maimed, twisted, tortured nature, Andre was not particularly curious; it was simply a trait of innocence lost on him, like all others. However, he did find interest in the scent of Hybrid, and the strong tang of urine, floating briskly along on the nearly still breeze. His face contorted into a frown, thoughtful if not malicious, as he set along the trail, traveling fully against the wind and lifting his keen nose to the air whenever he felt as though he had lost the scent.
It wasn't long until the boy came upon the sight, and stench, of the blood strewn everywhere, the trail heading off somewhere else. Unlike most children, he had a sense of glee and pride from such a macabre display, and felt his heart race in his chest, responding the heavy iron scent on the wind and in the sand. The boy stood there a moment longer, simply drinking in the sight, before he did approach to see what had caused the horrific battle.
As he suspected, the strong urine scent was marked all over one of the graves of Inferni's deceased, and Hybrid had been the one to find the unlucky bastard. He turned then, stalking along the crimson painted pathway, intentions clear on finding this foolish wolf who had come and defiled their lands.
Upon finding the broken heap of flesh, blood, and bone, almost unrecognizable, he snickered. His approach was swift, and even though the wolf was not totally dead yet — crying out pitifully and struggling in his very last throes — he did not fear the jaws of the creature; it would be too weak to do anything.
Done yet, ya' little fucksucker?
He smirked, stepping closer. You're pathetic.
And he lifted his leg and let loose on the broken wolf with the same thing that had caused his own death, not even noticing that it had died, and laughed cruelly before taking off along the scent trail in search of Hybrid.