Salacia quickly understood what he meant by the speed he intended to go. She grabbed a hold of the meat and fur as she watched him shift into a cheetah. Once he started to run, she followed not too far behind picking up her pace as he did. Her long hair blew behind her, and shimmered from the moon light. It was a beautiful night for a run, although you don't really do much sightseeing when you're running as fast as they were.<br/><br/>When they started to slow down, Salacia could see a clearing up ahead of them with what looked like a log cabin. Salacia always liked the cottage feel and being away from humanity with their loud music and toxic fumes. They didn't need vampires and werewolves to kill them, they were doing it to each other. Once they entered the clearing, she looked around and gave the home a once over.<span style="font-weight: bold">"Seems cozy.. And lonely.."</span>she said as she walked toward the home. Why did he feel like he didn't need anyone? Since when could a man take care of himself?<span style="font-weight: bold">"So you're letting me inside your house?"</span>she asked him with honest curiousity.