[He lets her choose their path, some instinctive part of him still knowing it's better not to argue. They can take their pick of prey, or at least that's what it feels like, with so many living things wandering around. Easy pickings, if they're careful. The creatures they hunt can be clever, but they're slow and not always strong.
And if they fail, there's always the caves. There are enough creatures in there to sate their hunger for a time, even if it's not what he would prefer to eat.
He takes the lead as she falls back, slipping through the streets with easy movements, stalking prey. Just one, right now, but it seems there are always more around. Better to be careful, or they'll end up with more than they bargained for.
There's a dead end up ahead. If they can frighten it - scare it into the alley, or lure it - they'll be set.]
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And if they fail, there's always the caves. There are enough creatures in there to sate their hunger for a time, even if it's not what he would prefer to eat.
He takes the lead as she falls back, slipping through the streets with easy movements, stalking prey. Just one, right now, but it seems there are always more around. Better to be careful, or they'll end up with more than they bargained for.
There's a dead end up ahead. If they can frighten it - scare it into the alley, or lure it - they'll be set.]