He had left his puppy behind in order to do a bit of solo searching. Just as his puppy was free to leave him as well. Just so long his puppy returned to him at night. That was what mattered the most to him. The boy was something of an enigma. He took a perverse pleasure and enjoyment in the slow torture and kill of another but still enjoyed being held and having his puppy to cuddle up to. It was like two contrasting natures settled into a single body. But was it really that strange when it was his torturing that earned him the attention that he had been deprived of throughout his puphood? So what if it was negative attention? It still had others noticing him and forcing them to respect him. That was all that he had ever really wanted. And now that he had it, knew the secret of obtaining it, he wasn't about to give it up now.

It was the scent of blood that ended up attracting his attention and had him wandering on over. But once he got to the place where it was the strongest there was nothing to be found. He whined loudly and followed after the new trail that led away from the spot. He ended up spotting another of Salsola. He hadn't given her much thought at the meeting. But that was because she hadn't been placed up with the leadership. Because of that he had no reason to bow down to her. No, he was stuck on his own self importance. He firmly believed that what he wanted should happen, just like any spoiled child. But that was what the taste of power did to someone that had grown up neglected.

He followed after the female before taking quick steps to place himself at her side. He reached to try and take her hand like a child would do with an adult that they were walking with. He tilted his head to look up at the slightly taller female. It was only by a couple of inches, so the difference was slight. It wasn't like it was when he was around others, especially Janos. The size difference could clearly be told around them. But since he was at right about the same height as the female he made to try and lay his head against her shoulder, trying to look quite cute. "Mine?" He questioned, sounding hopeful. He aimed to tilt his head a slight bit more in order to try to lick at her brow where there was the scent and slight traces of blood. He was like an addict when it came to blood. He even had withdrawals when he wasn't allowed to have it. Bloody meat just wouldn't work. He didn't have the same effect. No, he preferred to lap it up and drink it versus suckling on some piece of muscle to get at just what he wanted. Of course he eats the meat as well since one can't survive on blood alone. But if it were possible he would certainly be the one doing it.

The blood had not been meant to be wasted, he would never do such a thing, but the leaders were supposed to have drunk it. It was the only way that it worked. You had to consume the life for it to enhance your own. He had been trying to give the most precious gift that he could think of. It simply hadn't gone quite as he had planned. After all he had suckled away what traces had gotten onto his fingers. He could never dream of wasting something so precious.

Slowly he lifted his head as she questioned him. A look akin to hopefulness flickered through his eyes and across his face. "Hungry." The boy admitted as he shifted his legs out of the way so that he could rub at his stomach. More like it was that he was thirsty. He didn't care about the meat for she could keep all that for herself. He only cared about the renewed scent of blood that wafted through the air as she shifted about the organs once more. The male with the childlike mannerisms whined again before he shifted his weight to settle on his hands and knees so that he could crawl over to the female, not bothering to change forms. Now that he had this form he didn't wish to be without it.

He made to try and sniff at the bucket that the organs were being dumped into before he angled his head to the side in order to try and peer up at Tlantli. "I help?" It was a small offering but of course there were ulterior motives behind them. He thought that he could at least get his hands soaked then later he could clean away the blood from them. He was simply determined to find some way to get at that blood. Not to mention that his own flesh had to be pierced and caused to bleed so that his marking could be gained. So there was really no way that she could get of him that quickly, not when she still had a job to do. So she would still have to put up with him for a little while yet as he underwent the cultural practice. And no doubt that he would want to help clean up after that process was over with as well.

So no, this woman had no idea what it was that Bastion would do to those that denied him. And with her position it wasn't likely that she would ever know, at least not from a first hand perspective. With both of them among the higher ranks in the family he wasn't allowed to touch her. At least not as long as she remained in line. So ti was likely that she would never get to know. And well, her positioning in the in pack kept her safe from ever having to experience the small male's ire.

The meat he could care less about. That wasn't what had attracted his attention but it was the blood that had. That precious blood that was saturating and soaking into the ground. All he desired was to get on his hands and knees in order to lick it up before it all could get away and escape. "Okay." He was quick to agree to the proposition. He didn't even have to think about it. "Here." He pointed out a spot on his pelvis, near his hip. He knew that he had to go through the process already. But with this deal that was made he got an incentive to get it done. All he had to do was let her mark him and he would get the blood that he desired. It really couldn't work out any better, in his personal opinion at least. Of course he also considered that he would get to lick away his own blood from whatever she used to make the mark on him to go along with that deal. That meant he would get double the blood, his own and that of the deceased.

He lied down easily as he was gently guided to do so with both words and actions. Of course he ended up propped up on his elbows so that he would be able to watch the mark being made and carved into his flesh. He whined as the incision was made. He wasn't impervious to harm and injury. He felt pain all too easily and wasn't one to enjoy it when it happened to him. He was much more of a sadist than he was a masochist. He could do without injury himself. He'd rather create them than to receive them. But this was one thing he couldn't go without. It was something that all living in Salsola had to suffer.

Once it was done and over with he held out his hand for the blade. "I clean?" He offered, only really wanting to lick away the blood. So what if it was his own? Blood was blood and he desired whatever he could get of it. And well, he doubted that he female would be the sort to want to lick it off herself. What would it really hurt for him to lick the object clean? He would get his fix of blood and the female would have back her weapon free of blood.