Mute nodded, though was a little upset she wouldn't be able to see her friend. Without waiting for a reply, she walked into the forest and brushed her hand against each tree she passed.
Jace smelled meat. He had been gone maybe five minutes, after seeing Mute storm off into the forest. Or maybe she wasn't mad. He was never sure.
He followed the scent, his fangs growing and slashing at his lips. And, after a while, he found what he seeked: A small, plump deer.
Jace carefully stalked his prey. Within a minute, he was on it and tearing at it's vulnerable form with his fangs. "Thank you," he whispered to the dying light in it's eyes.
When all went dull, he began to eat.
He hadn't eaten in a long, long while - being in human company had made him self-conscious of what he ate. No, what he
had to eat. He had gotten by though, foolishly eating the bare minimum. Now, his stupidity showed when he couldn't see Araidna for fear of killing her doctors.
The meat was succulent and good and the blood was fresh and sweet. Having temporarily slated his deepset hunger, Jace turned back to the hospital. But not before wiping the blood off his face.