The woman intercepted the path of the boy as he came back from the ally. She bent down slightly. â€œChase,â€ she said quietly. There was a silent exchange between the two which brought her stern countenance once more to the forefront. At this point she was faced with a dilemma; to take the child home, or to follow the woman who had lead him down the ally way. A soft sigh escaped her lips. â€œCan you make your way home, cub?â€ she asked softly to which the boy nodded. â€œGood, be on your way.â€ She sent him off then glanced back at the peddler and the guards for a moment who had begun taking an interest in her. It was at this point she decided to make her exit, following down the ally way where the other woman went; hoping to remain undisturbed by the guard for the rest of the evening. She had worked too hard and too long to have her cover blown by an outsider.<br/><br/>Her mind quickly filtered through the list of possibilities. She narrowed it down to several before she approached the woman. â€œWhat are you doing here, outsider?â€ her voice swiftly filtered through the alleyway like a winter breeze. â€œYou one of Versaiâ€™s dogs they brought in?â€ it travelled loudly enough to reach the womanâ€™s ears but not towards the end of the alleyway.<br/><br/>The blood she had taken had a strange taste to it; and as the outsider looked up towards the moon she felt her beast stir within her.