Ghoul makes a dismissive sound. He's dangerous enough without being stealthy. The more noise he makes, the better. Let the poor little deer and shit have a fair chance.

Now that he's got hunting on the brain, he has to wonder what counts as prey around here. He hadn't let himself outside last time he changed. But even though he doesn't expect a kitty cat to take down a doe or anything remotely similar to the things he'd be likely to chase after, he still finds himself asking, "What do you even hunt around here? Mice? Crickets? You really gotta sneak up on those?"