Ignoring the pup. Now wasn't the time to put him in his place, they were in the heart of enemy territory, these cat fuckers had come into their home and killed man.
Up the stairs and back into the kitchen, flicking the basement lights off she grimaces. Where the fuck was Chris?
Having heard no struggle, she figured he might have fucked off, but she wouldn't rule out these cats doing something silently.
Pulling in the piss saturated air, the Rahu tried to catalogue scents, as effortlessly slips into the shadows, moving from the top of the stairs through the kitchen, pausing at the doorways, letting her superior scenes guide her.