For a creature with such a sharp sense of smell like myself there is not much need in knowing the place by the looks, but knowing it by the smells, and as I was being swung around by the creature I kept my nostrils wide open to know how to go back to where the cold-eyed man may be going next, where he saw things through my eyes.
And such delicious meal will have a beacon on him soon after I arrive for sure, impossible to lose him among the crowd with such dazzling odor...
I look the way I came from, at the chaos the city is in, already making a mental map and preparing to jump out when a buzzing low sound makes me crock my head and frown, stopping to look around me.
Next second bullets come flying at me, raining down my way.
I roll to the side and take cover behind a wall, but I can hear the cement and roof giving in to the many bullets rotating my way, the already weak building from the slums creaking in protest and snapping at places.
