Watching the house and the van Peggerty snarled, at the thought of this worthless creature and what he had been doing to that poor woman. She could not give a damn how much money he had, she did not care who he worked for, or who he was…this was no man. Though it was interesting those he chose as partners…as his pack...yet that might not be the case if in fact he was indeed working for someone. This had caught her curiosity.<br/><br/>The irraka killed the lights on her van and let her eyes get used to the darkness she continued watching the man. Watching was something she could do, watching and waiting that was the things he moon taught her. She quietly sung to herself so very quietly making sure the dogs remained calm. Following the man on foot would be her next trick but again she had to remain calm and be vigilent, out on her own Pggerty knew she was at risk.