Firefly Glen the station on 44th

There it was, the hesitance, the apprehension that marked her as prey. It was such a pleasing sight to watch someone go from ignorant to suddenly wary of how easily their life could be taken. "Hello lamb" he said with a grin and stood up, shaking his fur out before circling her slowly at a good berth, so that if she decided to attack instead of run he could be ready. "Such a sweet looking creature" he laid the creep on a bit thick, though his eyes glimmered with dark amusement rather than violent intent.