There it was. The press of unknown Beasts. A weak, unimportant one, and one that could prove a challenge. And challenges were always good. She wrestles it back to its corner to focus on the new developments.
Dark eyes narrow. Were these Kindred the cause of some of the problems? Or look outs?
His name meant nothing, was filed away but ignored.
“An odd place to park on such a busy night.” Replies the Savage, moving the stolen blood around in her body. “Don’t suppose you’ve seen a woman come through here?” Ale will describe Twist, but doesn’t move closer to the car, or the Kindred.