Jaumet stopped dead in his tracks, a new scent having caught his attention. Sweet and innocent; the scent of a young human girl. He licked his fangs in anticipation as he looked around. There she was, walking alone in the night in a hurried fashion. Even better for a chase. He could just imagine how delicious she would taste.

He slinked along in the shadows behind her, creeping closer and closer on silent silver feet. His eyes glinted with the thrill of this potential meal and he flicked his tail as he jumped across a patch of moonlight, the beams only shimmering in his fur for an instant before he disappeared into a patch of shadows right behind her.