A lone figure made it's way to the city, moving toward it as soon as night fell. He was not alone though, this undead aberration that fed on the lifeblood of the cities. He had done the same thing every night as she followed the cursed vampire across the nations. She didn't dare stop it's feeding though, as it wasn't a true vampire. It was a vampire spawn and she needed it. She needed it to take her to it's master. Night was faiding now, now that it had made it's way into the city. Now it had found a place to hide from the sunlight. She sat down on the cobblestone streets, her tail tapped against the stone once, twice. She knew where it was hiding. Should she just kill the thing now?

Every dawn, as the sun rose over the horizon and bathed the world in it's light, the vampire spawn hid away. Every time, she was tempted to drive it out into the daylight and let it revert to it's true dead state. She held herself back though, she was tracking it after all. She sniff the air, smelling the blood of his last meal as well as the undeath it held around it as others wore a cloak.

Anke shook her head, her ears flopping about in an almost comical manner. She looked like a large hunting dog, too well cared for to be a mutt and too calm in the city to be wild. She also had a collar on, one made of deep blue leather with a silver moon inscribed in it. That collar had been her pass through the last few towns, letting owners of Inns think she belonged to some one. Scraps had feed her hunger so far, but not her need to kill. This was a larger town though. Should she attempt to be a human here? She would probably be better of as a dog for now. She would find out after more people were about and if she should become human or not.