[When she's gone? You can't count on that promise right now, Chekov. Even if he made it to her, all bets are off right now.
Growl, snarl. While he'd managed to mimic human movements while he looked human, he cares less when he's closer to demon, and cares even less now that he mostly just wants to tear things to pieces.
A sniff, a tilt of head as he evaluates. He needs to find who was here, separate the killer from everyone else, but there are just too damn many scents collected here.]
[action!]
Growl, snarl. While he'd managed to mimic human movements while he looked human, he cares less when he's closer to demon, and cares even less now that he mostly just wants to tear things to pieces.
A sniff, a tilt of head as he evaluates. He needs to find who was here, separate the killer from everyone else, but there are just too damn many scents collected here.]
Tracking. Or trying to.
What are you doing?