[ He tilts his head, trying to consider how to explain hunting best. ]

From knowing that the monster has been hurting things and are scared of being hurt themselves, in Leon's hunts. And from chasing them. And from when they almost escape, and they think that they've gone unpunished, but you catch them anyway. And the meat. And from grinding their bones into meal and seeing the people they hurt picking flowers grown from their bodies. Or carving them into flutes and turning them into music.

[ As he speaks, his wings flick at the thought of it, eyes too bright and grin too wide. ]