A low growl echoed through the air, as Ven dashed on all fours between side streets. He lived in a dirty and lowly inhabited corner of the city, but now and then left his territory to hunt. He was a young catboy of seven years, but dangerously feral. He followed every scent he noted, slowly advancing towards Reiko's, eagier for a meal. Be it Neera, human, or fellow catperson.