Ember smiled up at the cowboy "I am sir" she stated, as she lifted her from the ground and set her upright. Then she watched as he stalked off towards the saloon that the fox/statue entered. She looked down to her hand, which was now covered in blood. She smiled to herself, at her job well done. She needed blood every once in a while, and being so tiny, so small, she was able to quickly bite someone without them knowing. It wouldn't be till later this evening he would notice, and probably believe it to be a paper cut. She stared off into the town as she lifted her hand to her mouth and licked the blood from her hand. Suddenly her eyes widened, and she licked her lips.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">My oh My! A werewolf has come to town!</span>she thought to herself. She erupted into a fit of giggles, and pulled her hair back, behind her pointed ears, then took flight and headed towards the saloon. She entered after the Sheriff and flew over to the bar, where she order a shot glass of beer to watch the confrontations.