Dimitri wandered aimlessly about the soon-to-be festival grounds with an annoyed look on his face. He'd made a clean getaway from his hunt before a police cruiser pulled into the park grounds to respond to the call, and his transformations made it extremely difficult to trace him back to the crime scenes, however that wasn't what bothered him. What bothered Dimitri the most was the fact that he'd lost out on what could have been a fulfilling hunt, which was something he hadn't been able to have as of late. It wasn't that Dimitri just wanted to play with his food before the kill, it was that he had an instinctual [i]need[/i] to do it, to stalk, to harm, and to give a false hope for escape before bringing the game to an end. The lack of satisfaction before the kill was beginning to drive the Wendigo up the wall like an itch that simply couldn't be scratched, and like a big cat trapped in a cage all day he was getting closer and closer to the breaking point as time went on. Even now Dimitri could feel the tension tingling at the base of his skull, telling him to grab the nearest person and haul them kicking and screaming to his hunting grounds.

Dimitri's eyes flashed red and he shuddered a bit, however thanks to his short stature he remained unnoticed. He needed to be patient, the festival would mean that there would be plenty of people for him to choose from. Perhaps he'd even be a bit bold and grab a supernatural for his hunt this time around, human flesh might have been tastier, but a supernatural would more likely scratch that itch of his. "[b]Just gotta wait a bit longer. Once this festival's in full swing, then I get to have some [color=9e0b0f]real fun[/color].[/b]".