pets
Cyrus thought he heard the sound of a struggle nearby. He hissed in pain as he got up. His ankle throbbed with pain. What did the Wendigo do, jump off a building or something? It felt sprained. He snatched up his jacket that was a few meters away and shrugged it on to cover the blood stained shirt he was wearing. The smell of blood reached his nose. It wasn’t from the man that he had killed when shifted, someone else. He ran in the direction of it, using a bit of his inhuman speed to get there quicker. He arrived in an alleyway, stopping to sniff at the air. The body was there somewhere but he doubted he’d be able to see it. It would be too still.