Shane Marion (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} wolfishane) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} bellumlogs, |
He didn't lie down, but he did stop pacing, eying her with something like suspicion. This had to be another elaborate trick.
Then again, why would she need to? She was over there, he was over here. And he unfortunately lacked the thumbs to get into the apartment next door, assuming it wasn't locked, and she'd already have climbed back over and left through his apartment by the time he reached the fire escape. The chase was stalled, at least for now.
"Hungry," he said finally. His voice sounded odd, not really like his own, with a growl and teeth in it. "I could take the thing," he said. "I could kill it, maybe. But I'd end up hurt, or dead too. Lot of trouble for no good reason."