[Kamikaze Chinchilla]

Ivan was beginning to notice the smells drifting through the air..the aromas of blood, sweat, and normal food. He quickly covered his nose in disgust with the strange mix as he turned to crouch down in the middle of the busy road, people walking to and fro or generally just celebrating in the streets. Though, when he did look back up, he spotted a fairly young boy who seemed to be plumping himself up just for him, or so he thought. The prey who had just eaten a meal always had tastier blood, and especially more so when they're younger and more tender.

Ivan rarely set eyes on such an opportunity for a feast, and thought it would be a good idea to fill up before continuing his journey. Therefore, he promptly stood up and followed the tasty-looking morsel. It wouldn't have been too difficult to notice Ivan, since it had been many months since his last bath and he reeked of dirt and blood. His hand raised and posed, ready to take a firm hold of Kaleb's head so that he could get a good, deep bite into the tender flesh. Omnomnom time.