When Ash hadn't been at his apartment, Rook had gone looking. He supposed the none stalker thing would have been to just wait for him to get back or even just leave and come back tomorrow night. He had considered it actually but in the end he had flown back off to see if he could search him out.
What he hadn't expected to see was a gang of Anarch's circle a Kindred in a hoodie that kept him from recognizing the Kindred at first. All Rook could see was the way they were circling, moving in, like a pack of wolves going in for the kill. It was enough to trigger Rook and any hint of the man disappeared. He was swooping down just as he felt coming sweep over him, brush against his feral mind, but left him untouched even has it brought several of the Anarchs to their knees.
In one fluid motion, the raven turned to wolf and landed on all four paws in front of the Kindred. He could smell him now. Ash. It made the wolf even more vicious as it snapped and lunged at one of the Anarchs who struggled to fight off the effects of Ash's presence.
"Toreador with a guard dog," the Anarch spat out. "Gangrel traitor."