Korra awoke to find the rain subsided and an argument that had sounded very loud to her. With her head throbbing already she felt very over whelmed at the thought of an argument. It was then that she realized that she didn't know where she was, or what had happened. She listened to the conversation between the dark haired man and the two who seemed to oppose him. Her body began to shake in fear as he hissed at the red haired man and the one with the green stripe in his hair. They didn't react the way she would assume they would. They didn't seem to be thrown off by his fangs nor his temperament, which scared her even more. Shutting her eyes she pushed herself back in the alley as the two men took their leave.<br/><br/>She was fearful that he would come after her and hoped desperately that the rustle of the trash bags she had been hiding amongst weren't about to give her away. She closed her eyes tighter as her breath came in short quick rasps full of fear. Her ears perked up to listen but all she could hear so far was the leaving foot steps of the still retreating duo that had left moment ago, yet it felt like ages had past since they began their retreat. Then, suddenly, she heard him sigh in relief and opened her eyes to peer out from behind the big black bag full of foul ungodly stench thinking maybe he was leaving, freezing yet again when it rustled against the shifting pressure of the jacket once more.