[Kamikaze Chinchilla]

As the sunlight dimmed and the sky darkened, a lone, white dog slows its pace through the city. The claws clicked with each step on the pavement, but such sounds were drowned during each heavy breath that Rez took. He had attacked a group of vampires just outside of the city earlier, but the victims turned the situation in their favor and fought back, forcing a hasty retreat for Rez. It was a hard lesson learned, where he found that those who had numbers could overpower him in a short time. Luckily they didn't bother to follow him back, which he figured was because he had just jumped from the frying pan and into the fire. The smell of vampires was all around, and he knew he was surrounded, and a wrong move could spell his demise. Unbeknownst to him, it was even more dangerous for the fact that he was no longer in his home territory of the Blood Clan.

Uncertainty and fear crept through every fiber of his body, as the incident had left its mark on him and paranoia had settled in. However, Rez knew that he needed to rest to ensure a safe escape from the vampire-populated area, in a potentially worse case scenario. The dog turned a corner in a place that didn't seem like it had a lot of foot traffic and promptly sat down, continuing his efforts to catch his breath and to lick whatever blood remained on his fangs and fur. Though his ears perked up as soon as he realized that there were people talking not too far off from where he was, and his gaze immediately went to the direction of the source.