As Fergus landed on the ground to find a burly werewolf with his fur matted with blood and dirt, stumbled towards the building, his eyes glazed with fear and desperation as he whimpered and was forced to shift back to his human form as a result of the fall.
Whatever threw him from that angle was nasty; Fergus thought to himself.
Luckily for the wolf, no vampires were in sight. Fergus watched him as he struggled to get back on his feet after cracking his neck and readjusting his dislocated bones. As he scampered back up, he spotted Fergus on the ledge and let out a confused snarl.
Food; Fergus thought. FOOD!
"What the…?" he began, voice filled with shock and eyes widened. "A little boy? Get inside, kid! This is no place for you!"
A caring food; Fergus thought. Aw, how sweet. A corner of his lips broke into a smirk. As a bonus, it would be a quick and easy kill. Jisy a morsel to tide him over before the real feast began.
