Re: Penthouse Level: 12:00 am
There was a lot of name shouting going on. The beast was having a lot of difficulty trying to reign himself in from finding someone at random to tear into just out of sheer frustration. The wolf got away, and if the woman would stop screeching for a minute so he could figure out what to do, because obviously he couldn't go down after him, since he had to stay here. Enraged at this invisible barrier that only he really comprehended, he moved from one tiny edge of the stair to the next, staring down long after wolf and girl had disappeared. After a few seconds with his chin low near his paws, he seemed to give in, and finally turned around. The woman that smelled like fake roses (everything smelled like roses, but this was a sort of old rose smell, rather than a new rose petal kind of smell, and that was as far as he thought it through) was still pulling on his fur, and he was at a loss as to why.
He lumbered around, finding one hundred eighty degrees to be ridiculously difficult in the circumstances, and tipped one floppy ear up toward Rosalie after barely avoiding squashing her against the wall. What? Oh. Oh. Right, he was supposed to listen to the words. It just took him a minute to get there. "...he moves away." Oh, was he in the way? The blue eyes turned from Rosalie to the snow woman in the doorway. She didn't smell quite dead, but she certainly wasn't the right kind of alive, either. He snorted the winter scent out of his black nose, and then strode down the hall back the way he had come, so Miss Ice had enough room to go where she chose.
It took him a moment more to even notice that Vlad was still present.