As her nails scrapped against each other, he flattened his ears against his head. The noise was high pitched and grated on his heighten hearing. Though he knew better than to make a comment about it. He liked living in relative peace and she could probably do a lot worse he knew. "When aren't we picky?" It was mostly a rhetorical question. They were always picky. They enjoyed the hunt. The chase. Their prey's final breath. Though he would admit that she had a point this time. Not someone everyone would cry over. Maybe someone who needed to be killed in other's eyes while some people still shed tears over their deaths. Those were always the most interesting to chase down.<br/><br/>Stepping out into the cool night air, he took a deep breath. The faint smell of some kind of charcoal, grass clippings and flowers reached his nose. Under the stronger plant scents were the smells of the people and monsters in this area. Nothing strong enough for him to pick out a single scent, but enough he could tell how recently someone had walked where they walked. He was thankful for the glamour. He didn't want to accidentally start a hunt too early. That would be something Achilles really didn't want to explain.<br/><br/>The shadowed woods made him itch to run. The woods were his homes. The woods spoke to all parts of him and he was glad that they did. Most of the animals were asleep and those that were awake, Achilles only subconsciously acknowledged them. It was more of a survival thing than something he did out of habit. After all, a monster who didn't know their surroundings usually got hungry or killed pretty fast.<br/><br/>"We could always try the city this time. It would be an added challenge and would give us...That complex prey you were looking for. Or the warehouse district. Something is always going down there. Even at midnight." He stretched and let the cool air blow through his fur. "We could also see if anyone decided to go for late night stroll in the park."