This wasn't the plan.
Voila liked plans. Things that went contrary to what she intended were treated with different levels of different emotions, usually hostility, depending on just what was fucking up her plans.
The Plan was to use some cash she'd gotten, walk to a place she found and order a fucking pita. Because she wanted one. Shut up.
The disruption?
Catching
Hector
's scent on the way there.
The scent was fresh, full and meant that he was close.
Fuck, a stray thought as the Rahu leaded against a brick wall. Scowling to herself and everyone passing by, her plans were put on hold, because among the four of them, Hector had the best, and most devastating 'puppy dog eyes'.
Huffing, and grumbling. Her arms cross as she really settles into the lean.
Waiting for the Cahalith to find her.