He'll never find me here, Flick the vampire-wolf snickered in thought. He was thinking about his friend Digital. He hadn't seen him for a few days, and relocating the rats had been a high priority once the men came. Their fun hiding spot from the world served humans and vampires again. The beast was back in nature. Still, he was glad he'd made two, new friends. The first had been the Malkavian in question, the fortune teller who liked the snakey cords of computers. The other had been a nice witch who made sea foam friends for him to frolic with. She'd been so nice. He couldn't remember her name though. He was bad at remembering names.
His white fur stood out among the overgrown woodlands, but he'd covered himself in foliage. Digital had spooky eyes that always seemed to find him, but that's what made their game fun! The beast had come here because all his normal hiding spots in the Medowcrest woods were known to the vampire. At least now, he'd really have to seek. Pinky was here too. He was tucked under one of Flick's big paws and sleeping while they waited for their savior. Flick liked Digital a lot, but he was starting to think that Digital only liked him as a friend and that made him sad. Still, having a friend was better than nothing, and Flick was determined to not let his feelings cloud his life.
He didn't know these woods were owned by someone. He always thought the idea of owning land as ridiculous. How could one take possession of what existed to support everyone? He assumed the greedy, corporate, environment destroying bastards had left this patch because it was protected by the fae who lived here. He liked how pure the nature was, not man made and full of big human trails. The overgrowth felt authentic in a way Flick missed from the days of wide open forests. Now, there was so little undeveloped land.
Flick got a sniff of something. Sniff, Sniff Sniff. His black, wet nose danced as it searched the night air, picking up some wolves not far from here! Wolves! Flick hadn't sensed real wolves in so long! They made the best playmates and as a vampire they normally treated him like an alpha. Oh this would be fun!
Wake up Pinky, Flick said through the bond. The rat's intelligence was higher due to the vampire blood in it's veins, but it was still only a rat. It perked up, unsure of what it's master said, but sending back the rat equivalent of, AWAKE. Flick let Pinky get on his back, and then began running off towards the smell of wolves. There was something else about the smell too, but at this range he couldn't tell what it was. Oh well. He'd find out when he got there! It was so exciting not to know!