The living ones were going away from Gray, he could not take that, they needed to accept that death was coming their way. With another blood-curdling roar, he followed the heartbeats almost blindly, since Gray occasionally slammed into a sharp rock and such. Pain did not bother the great Samurott, blood did not disturb his eyes, he only cared about finding the living. Gray had been driven insane by bloodlust before, it was nothing new to him at all......several heartbeats, there were a lot more than one, for sure. Foam poured from Gray's mouth in his frenzy to find his prey, to sink his teeth in. "Holly!!" he screamed, then added another word he usually didn't say. "Where?!!? WHERE?!?!"
There was another stench, one of that infection, but it was near the heartbeats....another was trying to take the prey. GRAY'S PREY!!! His!! Nobody dared to take fresh meat from his grasp, not when the Samurott was so close, so painfully, bitterly close to catching those living. His roars echoed throughout the islands, each more shrill than the last as foam filled his jaws, crimson red with blood. He could feel, hear the beating of the living hearts, and they were his property. Territory. Whatever word fit best, what did it matter to an Infected anyways?
Gray found his prey, waiting like sitting ducks for his open jaws....a fire-lizard, some red-beast, a creature-in-a-shell, and an infected bird!! Yet it didn't even attack the living; what a strange, foolish little bird. Only Gray's attention wasn't fixated on the bird, it was on his finally caught prey....opening his jaws, he screeched, "Holly! Holly! FOUND!"