Selene (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} bulletsandblood) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} vas_captio_rpg, |
By this point in the day -- if it could be called that -- Selene was quite adjusted to the lingering darkness. And thanks to her healthy feeding the day before her vision was sharp as ever. Even if it hadn't been? She would have caught the scent of the young werewolf's unease. She hesitated to outright call it fear despite what her instincts were telling her, as she hoped to give the boy the benefit of the doubt. And she was rather used to dealing with lycans that seemed to have no fear at all. Remus really was a completely different breed, and she needed to get used to that.
It reassured her to see that he wasn't injured or anything, though she didn't exactly like the idea he had been standing outside practically inviting danger to come find him. Weren't there others in the clock tower that could have kept him company, could have reassured him and taken away a little of that fear? No matter. She was here now, and she would look after him.
"Are you alright? Any sight of the... things?" No matter what Gambit had said, she still hesitated to call the monsters about zombies. Not until she saw one for herself. Ignoring that she didn't really have any idea what could account for the acrid odor in the air. She blamed the lingering fog. Sharp eyes looked him over better now that she was beside him before glancing around them. The vampire wasn't about to let her guard down, no matter how sharp her senses were that day.