I sat motionless in the shadows. I had been rumuging through a garbage can when I heard the pawsteps of another and scenting the air it was obviously not another South Pack dog like myself. Probably a wanderer, thinking life was easier with no pack to serve. Stupid mutt. I quickly rolled in garbage to disguise my scent. Some spoiled dogs might turn in disgust but on the streets you did what you had to, including kill. This was one thing I never feared. Humans had ruined my mind by throwing me into fight rings, now killing sometimes took me over in a lust for blood. Lucky for this fae I had no intentions of killing, for now. I would have some fun with her. I moved smoothly through the shadows until I was directly in front of her. Then a deep growl rumbled in my throat.