He sniffles the air, searching for her scent, one he's being expertly familiar with. He unclasps his hands holding onto the tree in the woods and takes off.
There she is, weak and unconscious. A rumble of terrifying growl sprout from the indepth of his moving-ups-and-downs chest as he accesses her for any injury.
Seeing none, he scoops her from the pile of dust and carries her onto his back in a piggy back ride. Beside her is a female Vampire, lying on the ground in her very own pool of blood.
It's a strange sight, because the Vampire's skin is blackened with a peeled off skin. He understands the tools that must have killed her. When he sees the hole in front of her head, he concrete his evidence. She has been shot with a substance laced with some newly found, lethal silver.
Kara's
