Rushing across the moonlight wasteland alongside Drenton, Crow's lips curled in a feral grin as they continued to put more distance between themselves and the small swarm on their heels.
Despite the fact that Crow could only match Drenton's speed, that was more than enough for the young xenomorph. So long as he got his chance to prove himself, he would be satisfied.
Blood would be bathed in silver moonlight on this night, and the thought of striking down this new foe sent shudders of excitement through the xenomorph's body.
Reaching the ledge from whence they came, Crow swiveled his domed head in Drenton's direction as the sensory organs on their flesh painted the scene in the distance.
The flaming wreckage had continued to smolder and burn, and through the smoke and shrapnel the heat signatures of several bipedal creatures revealed themselves to the xenomorphs where the other spectrums of light failed.
These creatures, powerful in build and intimidating even in their shocked state, remained completely alien to Crow, but the angered hiss from Drenton told him of the danger which these intruders must bear.
Parting ways with Drenton, the two xenomorphs nimbly leapt down along different ends of the small ledge, only to rejoin at the base and continue onward.
As they neared the wreckage, however, their pace slowed to little more than a creep. Many of these beasts lay still or unmoving amongst the rubble, and, much to Crow's sadistic glee, the florescent blood in which the dying or dead wallowed in rushed through his senses like wildfire.
The few of these monsters which were still standing, however, had yet to notice them as the two xenomorphs slowly slipped around the wreckage, just outside of the flickering lights which washed over the waste. A few of these creatures had wandered out into the darkness, where their heavy and weary footsteps provided amble sound waves for the two xenomorphs to safely pinpoint and elude.
Silently turning his head about, Crow could sense his kin approaching the wreckage, and could feel the overeager screeches of his kin, followed by the furious roars of these beasts. They had acted too soon. He knew that he would have to act quickly in order to bathe his own claws in this gorgeous blood...
Crow's attention was quickly diverted, however, upon taking his next step. Something warm, moist, seeped under his clawed foot.
Blood.
Softly hissing to catch Drenton's attention, Crow's head craned about in the still air as the blood spattered across the ground shown brilliantly in his mind.
There.
Deep in shadow, a figure was limping away from the wreckage toward what seemed to be a small cave. The blood which trailed after it may as well have been an open invitation for the young xenomorph...
Slinking off after this new prey, Crow didn't bother to check if Drenton was following...this one would be his...