A familiar set of violet eyes stare at him from the shadows, moving forward in small quick strides until a small, mottled dog steps into the light. It can’t be bigger than a pup but there’s an aura of power about it that doesn’t feel much like a mutt at all. It sniffs at the air and gives itself a shake- and suddenly bits of fur and rotted muscle are falling off in clumps like saggy bags of meat until the corpse before him is half bone and half pup. It pants happily, scratching behind an ear before, with a small pop, the cartilage joins another piece of worm infested meat on the city streets.
The dog looks at him expectantly.
The pattering steps of a pup are the last thing he expects, but he knows better than to let his guard down, especially when his eyes lock upon those familiar violet ones staring intelligently back at him. It has been quite a while. His stomach churns at the sight of the immediate decay but he holds his ground, toying with the dagger until he flicks it at the rotted thing. It was dead, and he had a bad feeling about it anyway.
