[Kenly]

Leaning against a building about twenty feet ahead of the dancer, Kenly smiled at the smell wind brought her off of him. She could smell the sweat from what she assumed was a hard day's work. She could sense his body's exhaustion, the feeling radiating from him in waves. She could also sense another night creature nearby, someone familiar. They were still too far off for her to pinpoint who it was, however. Besides, her attention was more for the man on the street than the one skulking, for lack of better terms.