Deepwood Weald Run; As Your Life Depends On It

A giant. Fucking. Cat. That's what she said. The vampire wanted to ask the woman to repeat her words to make sure he had got it all right, but no, he was certain he heard what he heard. A frown found its way to his face as he stared off into the white, into the flurry of the snow that the cat must be hiding in.

With a low annoyed growl tickling his throat the skull-faced man thought. Did he really want to get involved into this? Was he already involved now that he was in the company of this woman? Was it worth it? 

Fuck. 

Either of them alone now would be an easy target for the cat, one on one even Abaddon would have a hard time, an impossible time with a feline armed to the teeth from head to toe. He was bold, fairly brave too, but he was not stupid enough to try and take a cat head on. Certainly the feline would keep to its original target, the female here, but what if it didn't? A fifty percent chance was way too risky for him. 

As far as I know, we're stuck together until it goes away. His annoyance was clear in his tone as he spoke down to her. How dare she put him in this situation - but then again, he could have wandered right into its clutches since he was going in the same direction she came from... oh well, still, fuck this bitch. Together we have both a better chance against it. Let's move, keep your ears and nose open. Backing away, he'd push his way through her by backing up if the pretty little thing didn't move, all the while he kept his eye on the path she came from and into a different direction than where he came from. No straight line. They had to confuse the thing.