Owner	Pose
Askante	It's raining. Truth is, it's been raining all day. But no matter how much the heavens wash some places, the stains will never come out. Harlem doesn't have a good reputation. It breeds hard people, survivors, but it isn't a friendly place with happy hugs, kittens and rainbows. It is harsh and sometimes a life is lived on the edge of a knife, or down the barrel of a gun. Below, in this alley, there is a robbery in progress. Some young man being mugged by several others at knifepoint and gunpoint, or... it should've been that way, but that things are not quite going according to plan. <<You,>> comes the whisper that echoes all over the alley <<you should leave. Before it is too late.>> The blood on the walls, slicked by the rain, seems to be moving, the dumpster lid lifts and falls, its insides not filled with the garbage that should be there... but seemingly with a hungry maw of slicked decomposition and sharp bottles that might be teeth in the right light. The victim of this all is cowering, protecting his head. ANd up above, on the fire escape, not easily seen from the street below, Askante watches. Black on black in the slick rain, it wouldn't be easy to see anyway.
Kit Killovarras	Into the nightmare that this alleyway is slowly becoming it steps, a massive six and a half foot monster, black jeans and hoodie soaked but still clinging to it's form. It's eyes glow violet in the dim light, it's fur is slicked and wet from the rain but still raised along the back of his head and neck and it isn't hiding it's figure. The Aardwolf gives a glance to the figure on the fire escape before he's noticed, then gives a little smile before his attention goes to the muggers and he makes his presence known. It's guttural, the noise that comes out of him as he simply walks past the muggers, his lips parting to show off his fangs and the hooks and barbs of his long tongue. Even if his maw is hidden behind the steel cage of a muzzle, the intent is emphasized by the clips of each of the present guns suddenly falling out or the revolver drums springing open and ejecting their rounds, for no reason whatsoever. There's no fear of whats happening around him, but to a creature like the one causing this nightmare, there is fear to be seen. He's using it, focusing it into something contagious.
Askante	"Dah fuck?" Much of the same kind of reaction happens between the muggers, one of them letting out quite a girlish shriek at the dumpster, a couple of others getting the angry response to fear as sometimes happens, when the courage is failing, but the attitude expands expotentially from the same act. A street special (aka: a piece of iron piping) is held by one, flick knives popping out and one gun that was in a back pocket. "Back off homes..." Well, a few of the firearms were out of commission, right? Meanwhile the victim scurries to the dumster on hands and knees to cower, bleeding already from having been roughed up. He screams as the thing from above scurries down the wall and leaps onto the fire-escape, all billowing coat and tail lashing. Shadows seem to make Askante twice as large, the umbra of its arms splitting so instead of four, there are eight limbs stretching forth along the ground toward the muggers and in particular the one with the gun still out. AS the shadow touches that one, it splits into a million tiny bugs, scurrying and swarming all over him and -that- prompts a good deal of panic and shots fired in the vague direction of Askante. <<GET OUT!!!>> is again bellowed, this time with an inhuman, otherworldly, nightmarish gargle of voices behind it. Blood on the walls forms howling victims, all reaching out to their persecutors as ASkante lands on the ground and gets winged a point blank range, followed by a shot straight in the head completely accidentally. Everything explodes in madness, the broken guns are dropped, most of the muggers flee, saving for bug-covered boy, who is gargling as Askante evaporates into shadow.... then after about twenty seconds, manifests in a crouch on top of the dumpster.
Kit Killovarras	The massive creature that is the Aardwolf ignores the blustering of the near-panicked thugs, following the victim to near the dumpster, crouching down by them and leaning close, whispering, "I won't hurt you..." to the terrified man. With his back turned to the muggers, his facial expression has softened, he doesn't want to scare the victim more than he's naturally going to. To emphasize what he says, he very, very gently taps a rounded claw to one of the victims wounds, the claw dripping with energy as he draws a quick pattern and mends the wound. It would feel like a needle prick, then sudden relief as the tissue fuses back together almost instantly. After trying to reassure the victim, he gives a glance to the fleeing muggers, giving a little chuckle before looking up to Askante. "Impressive, Spirit." he says with a little smile. "And it's good to see you again."
Askante	The silence in the aftermath is almost as loud as the panic in the midst of this. The manifestations of fear evaporate after a couple of minutes, fading away all that time though. At least one of those men is probably going to need therapy and might now have arachnophobia magnified by a factor of OMG. But that's what you get by being a monster, right? Askante checks its chest with one hand, its forehead with another, then simply wraps its tail around its haunches like a cat and watches Kit sooth the mugging victim. "Hush little baby don't you cry, daddy gonna sing you a lullaby..." it hums in a soothing tone. Kit will probably feel the calm descend, or rather... the quelling of fear. "Monkeys can be so very ugly. Big job these days, one of me, many of them."
Kit Killovarras	If he's allowed, Kit will go about tending to the rest of the mans injuries, then back away from him, keeping his body low. The moment he walked into this place, he was poised like an animal ready to kill, now? Now he's trying to look as timid as a stray. "You're free to leave, if you want.." he says to the man after a moment, offering a little smile. "Just, avoid dark allies next time." Askante gets a glance and a little chuckle. "By monkeys I assume you mean humans." he muses with a little nod. "And they can be. But, such is the nature of any predatory species. Some of them rise above it, though."
Askante	The mugging victim, a young hispanic, nods a few times. Even with fear quelled, he is wide-eyed and shellshocked, but can anyone really blame him. "Gracias, mi amigo. Gracias..." it appears in the gratitude, he doesn't even see the fur and the muzzle. It is what it is, sometimes. Being on or near the bottom, everyone's in the same boat, right? He scurries out of the alley, a mild limp showing, but likely that'll recover. Askante hisses softly. "Predator. Prey. They are both. Always were. Many things like the dreamers, too, there's power in them. You are often in places where danger is. Like hyena. Do you cry like a child?" it asks.
Kit Killovarras	The fear that was there is slowly subsiding as Kit stands up again, having watched the man make his escape with a little smile. "Sometimes, yes.." he admits, still watching the direction the man went, but then he shrugs and adds, "But then I remember what my grandfather taught me when I was little.. Tears won't save the ones you love." Then he looks to Askante and gives a little grin, "I'm in places like this because I'm a predator too. I go where my prey is most abundant."
Askante	Askante looks out of the alleyway, spines on its head lifting up so that it forms a backward sweeping crest down its back for a few moments, subsiding slowly to laying flat once again. "Hyena cries to lure the monkeys where they can be torn apart. Sometimes, it knows their name and calls to them from the dark also. So they say. Funnily, nobody ever mistook me for a hyena, just other strange things... sometimes witch, too. Anyway..." it looks back, sniffs the air around Kit a few times, then hops down off the dumpster lithely. "Hungry now. Going to find thing that is not in the trash that monkeys leave behind. Have..." it reaches into a pocket and pulls out a lot of small bills "...this much. Not good with arithmatic, sometimes. Money changes too much."
Kit Killovarras	Kit studies the bills for a moment, then he gives a little chuckle as he pulls his hood up over his head, his ears folding back into it first as he gives a simple, "Come on, I know a place." with a little smile. "Owner doesn't rightly care what you look like, so long as you can pay." he adds, giving a little smile. "Also, for what it's worth?" Kit pauses for a moment and lets his lips part a little, letting out this strange, somewhat hauntingly shrill sound, almost like a screaming child, though he keeps the volume down rather easily. Then he lets out a little chuckle and winks, "They call it 'laughing', a lot of people used to mistake it for screams."
Askante	"Why do they call it laughing, when it does not sound like laughter?" Askante asks, padding along on its bare feet, peering down at toes as it walks. Despite the way it looks, when they get out where there are more people, nobody looks twice at it, for any reason that seems to relate to it being a freaky looking demonic thing. A few folks wrinkle their nose, but that's about it. "Do they have dogs that are hot, in the place you know? Putting sausage in bread, it is... a fantastic thing. With the pickles. And the little bits of crunchy onion."
Kit Killovarras	"Yup," Kit says with a little smile. "Best hot dogs in the area." he says as he leads the way, "Not quite as good as some of the vendors down by the park, but pretty good never the less and they're open until about two in the morning." He gives a little shrug at why they call it laughter, "It's like a language.." he explains, once again letting his lips part, that same sound escaping him, but this time in short bursts and much quieter. It actually sounds a bit like someone chuckling, but it's fairly obviously not a human noise. "Short, quiet bursts are a general dialect.. Things like 'Good morning.' or 'I'm friendly'.. Longer and louder are typically warnings or a sign of fear or danger." He gives a little grin as he eventually walks up to a small street-side vendor. "Two for me, wrapped, loaded and spicy." he says to the vendor, then he looks to Askante and smiles. "Just let em know what you want." as he motions to the vendors cart, an assortment of various toppings, from onions and relish, to full pickle spears and sauerkraut and even some strange assortments of sauces. The vendor gets to work on the aardwolfs meal as soon as he hands the man a $20, wrapping the hot dog in bacon before cooking it up with some onions and what look like sliced peppers, though what kind is anyones guess.
Askante	"One with everything on it. Wrapped?" Askante looks at Kit for the answer to that, then shrugs, looking back. "Wrapped," it holds the bills out to Kit to select the right amount for payment and pockets the rest. Hotdogs rarely cost an arm and a leg. Whilst waiting, it eyes the drinks on offer. "OOh, they have the fizzy sweet stuff. Can I have two of those. Don't care which and whatever he wants..." more bills fished out, they're running dry now and it considers, patting other pockets until it comes up with a simple wooden bowl, scratched and chipped and old looking. "Will sit a while and get some more, later. Maybe while eating."
Kit Killovarras	Kit gives a little chuckle when money is offered, shaking his head as he explains, "It's already paid for." with a little smile. "The one I gave him is worth twenty of those," he says as he taps one of the singles. He gives a little glance to the vendor making the food and adds, "Three pops with it, surprise us on the flavors." he says with a nod. The bowl gets his attention when it's brought out and he tilts his head ever so slightly, then he gives a little chuckle. "Don't worry about money when I'm around. My family tends to keep me funded well enough that it's not an issue." The food is handed to them after a few minutes, three hot dogs, all three wrapped in bacon. Two with strips of caramelized onions and green peppers and one with pretty much everything on it, which in and of itself makes it about the size of two of the things. The soda selection winds up being  a grape, a coke and root beer. Well, they did opt for random.
Askante	Askante blinks the once, then shrugs again and takes Kit at his word, putting one of the bills in the tips jar, because it seems to be a thing to do and pocketting the rest again. "I don't worry about money, but people seem to want it for one thing or another. Nobody barters any more. They used to. Was easy to get what I needed then, but not now. They don't care about skill, only these green pieces of not paper." It takes its one dog and looks curiously at the soda cans, taking whichever one is given it, as it does not seem particularly fussy about what fizzy sweet water it gets. Everything is still an adventure in taste, most likely. There's then a look about for a suitable spot to eat, which turns out to be cross-legged in the awning of a closed pawnbroker. It sets the bowl beside it and starts considering the hotdog and exactly how it's supposed to eat such a loaded item. After only about a minute though, some random passer by has already dropped a couple of quarters in the bowl.
Kit Killovarras	Kit sits beside the creature and gives a little smile, setting all three of the sodas out instead of taking one for himself. Then he starts in on one of his hot-dogs with a quick bite, ignoring the sheer pain that would be those tiny rings of death this vendor calls peppers. After a bite or two, he sets his food on his lap and gives a little smile and a glance to Askante, "Some skills still help with the process." he says with a little smile, then tips his head down a little, obscuring his face from the passerbys as he begins to sing. "Good for you, you fooled everybody," "Good for you, you fooled everyone." "Good for you, now you're somebody," "Good for you, you fooled everyone." His voice is loud enough to be heard clearly, almost like there may be some kind of amplifier nearby, but there isn't. He can be loud when he needs to be. "Leave your weapon, on the table" "wrapped in burlap, barely able." "Don't get angry, don't discourage," "Take a shot of, liquid courage..." His voice brings the melody to life, every new breath, every new word filled with the sort of emotion that one would expect from someone who had been singing their entire life, but the song? The song belongs in a place like this.. It's one meant to tug at the heartstrings of broken people and Kit knows just how to sing it to make it a beacon to anyone who would have a reason to be crawling between bars or wandering the streets at this hour.
Askante	The bowl definitely has a power, too. The music certainly helps the petty change fill the sorry looking bowl. Someone's even generous enough to drop five bucks in, with a call of 'Get yourselves a coffee' as the passer by heads on. A couple of street inhabitants even stop nearby to listen, grinning as the tune carries on, adding a bit of beatboxing to the lyrics. Askante listens too, whilst eating, but apparently picking apart the dog is an all consuming thing. When it's hungry, it eats. When it's tired, it sleeps. Etcetera, etcetera. "Good voice. You put yourself behind the words, which makes it sweeter."
Kit Killovarras	It takes him a few minutes after singing, even a few minutes after the compliment before Kit finally responds, a simple: "It always does." his voice audibly shaking. For a few minutes it's almost like he's fighting himself. He's struggling to breathe normally, though he hides it well and for the first time, there's true terror flooding the aardwolf's mind, but he's slowly pushing it back down at least. "Humanity has always needed something to worship.. It used to be the power of those who could lead or of those who could inspire fear, now they mistake wealth for that same power while stifling those who could change the world for the better.." he finally manages to say without his voice shaking, but then he gives a little chuckle and goes back to eating his food.
Askante	Askante reaches over toward Kit, putting two of its hands very close to him on the concrete. It doesn't touch, but the same feeling of calm washes over, that diminishing of fear. It doesn't go away entirely, but it seems like it's conquerable. Less panic inducing. Less mindboggling. "Yes," just a single word and that's all. A mighty amount of things can be covered with one affirmation, after all, given what was just said. It looks up at those that are nearby now, smiles at them and waves with another hand. "Thanks..." it offers, gets a 'right on' and a couple of high fives and that seems to be some kind of cue for the homies to skiddaddle.
Kit Killovarras	The aardwolf manages to finish off the rest of his food pretty quickly and after a few moments of relaxing, it's like the panic attack that he just nearly had, was never even a possibility. "Sorry about that.." he says with a little chuckle, "It's a bit of a cruel joke. I have a talent that some people would kill for, but I can't use it without feeling like I'm about to fall apart." Then he gives a little shrug. "Either way, some skills and talents are still appreciated, they're use utilized differently now."
Askante	"I see. Well, I do not think my talents fit quite right. Perhaps, some would find what I can do useful, but usually these are people that want to use it for all the wrong reasons." Askante observes with a chuckle, nodding to Kit when the panic passes over. "So the golden voice sings in the dark. This is not the first time the songbird has sung at night though and it will not be the last." The foot traffic really doesn't seem to be looking their way any more, a kind of side-effect of sitting next to the Daemon it seems. It might be safe even to take down the hood, but would he dare? "Name is Askante. This is what you can call it. You know what I am."
Kit Killovarras	Some things are done as much for peace of mind as for safety, it seems like Kit keeping his hood up is one of those, but he does give Askante a glance when they offer their name, giving a little smile and a nod as he repeats the name once, "It's an honor to know your name." he says, then gives a little sigh and nods. "Oh, I know. I've lived in the dark most of my life, so the majority of the people I've met tend to be the same. There is so much beauty in the world that people will never know, simply because they're refuse to try and see it." Then there's a pause and he actually laughs quietly as he adds, "Then there are the friends I've made in the last few months who genuinely don't seem to care if the world sees their differences. It really is a little maddening at times."
Askante	A pair of long index fingers are lifted in caution though. "Do not be wasting my name..." it chides softly, but with a grin on its face. "Not many of us left. May be the only one now. I do not know," unlikely, but they are extremely rare and it looks Kit over, then looks out to the street, seemingly at peace with its tail around its legs, watching the world drift on by. "There is beauty in all things. Terrible things in all things also, but I don't like to think about that unless I am called to it. It's noisy though. I have become better at tuning out all of the fears, there are so many of them and so many don't make sense. One is the fear of standing out, of being different... so that you know those that do not care if they are or are not, if they are seen or not seen... embrace that."
Kit Killovarras	"Personally, I don't care about being different.. This body and this mind are all I've ever known.." which surprisingly, is not a lie when the Aardwolf says it. "I'm terrified of people who go through life closed-minded and ignorant and what they're willing to do when it's their own fear fueling their hatred." He gives a little shrug and glances to Askante with a smile. "Don't worry, I won't." he says in response to the chiding about names. "I simply have the habit of committing a name to memory when I learn it." the last bit of that comment gets a playful tongue from between his lips, but it's withdrawn just as fast with a little chuckle. "My friends and their willingness to embrace what they are drives me nuts sometimes. One of these days they're going to end up seeing the monster I can become, all because some bigot is going to make the last mistake of their life and try to hurt someone I care about..."
Askante	Askante listens, acutely and quietly. The tall buildings of New york, dwarfing the street level and obscuring the light, seem like giants in the rain. But here, in the awning, it just makes feet and legs damp, splatters against the chest a bit. It's let up some, but it still comes down determinedly. "Washing the world. Flowing endless to the sea. I like the rain," it comments briefly, then brings two hands together thumbs touching at the pads, resting the other two on its knees. "You are afraid that they will not see you as they see you now, once that moment passes?" it inquires, but honestly, that was mostly rhetorical. "I have found things usually work out the way that they are supposed to. I've lived a very, very long time. I do not know how many years now, but I remember when they nailed men to trees at Golgotha. Hah, I remember when the men of the east found paper. I even remember when the tribes first gave things names. The faces of monsters have changed, in time's passing. Once they were terrible things, from the Dreaming. Or great cats with sabre teeth." It settles back against the dirty, barred and locked door of the pawnbrokers, spines clunking light against the wood and metal. "Now, monsters are the same as everyone else. But that is the hero's journey, whether it is the firebreathing bull, or the man that raises hand to his wife and children. Some will stand. Some will not. Some will stand with a fist. Some will say no more."
Kit Killovarras	Kit just glances to Askante and tilts his head a little, admitting, "It's hard to see someone the same way, after you've watched them beat a man to death." with a little shrug. "I don't want to hurt anyone, I never have, but if I'm ever put in that position, I don't know if I'd be able to stop myself." He holds out a hand, studying his claws as he muses, "I'm not a monster, I know that, but I could very easily become one." Then he sighs and looks out at the street, watching the rain falling. "I was put in that position once already.. Some of my friends tried to assure me that I did what I had to, but none of them actually saw what I did. They didn't have to see what I became in that moment."
Askante	There's a good deal of quiet contemplation after this. Then, with a little chuckle. "Have you -seen- me?" ASkante asks. "I am sure that you have. You are a mystic, they tend to see me as I am. Up and down, down and up, you are what you are. You do what you must do, or feel. Acts do not make a monster, you know, else I would be one and I am not. The mind makes a monster. Nothing else."
Kit Killovarras	Theres a little snerk at that comment and he just nods. "I have seen you." he says, finally smiling a little again for a moment before he gives them a glance and tilts his head. "And I know.. Acts don't make someone a monster, but there is often something monstrous in deeds that must be done." There's a moment of pause, then the Aardwolf reaches into his pocket and muses, "By the way. I have something for you." Well! There's a sudden subject change and to emphasize it, he pulls out what looks like a river-rock with a bit of copper wire binding it. There is little significance to the rock itself, or how the wire is wrapped, but there's something about it that sets it apart from any other common stone: It's been the focus of magic, an intense amount of it and all of it with a singular purpose.
Askante	Askante reaches out a palm to receive the object and it cradles the rock in two cupped hands, staring down at it. It leans down a little, then a little more and more. More. More. And then? It licks the rock. The whole thing is pulled back sharply and it smacks lips, vigorously shaking its head as if it just touched a battery, which it might well have done. "Why are you giving this to me?" it asks, curling clawed fingertips over the object. "Do you need a boost for it? If so... I am the energy, I am not the wizard."
Kit Killovarras	"More of a promise," the Aardwolf explains with a smile. "I don't know how to complete it yet, but when I do? It'll be the base for something to add to your collection." The stone itself holds enough energy on its own, but it's wild, something that isn't often seen where magic is concerned. "It's one of the things I've been trying to learn, actually. How to focus energy into physical objects. Honestly, this is one of the ones I made without realizing it though." Then he gives a little smile and adds, "Figured you might appreciate it as a gift."
Askante	Askante blinks its eyes and smiles at this. "I see. A kindness then - as what goes around, comes around again in time." It reaches a third hand to the bowl, bringing it closer to empty it damply at their feet. Without really knowing the values of anything, it divvies up the takings equally just based on size it seems like, with a nod. Even if Kit doesn't need the money, it seems to be a purposeful thing. Share what was earned together. Then however, it clucks its tongue and turns the object in its palm, looking at it carefully. "Need to find your resonance. That's how it works for mystics, most of the time. You do not seem like a this-kind-of-stone man. The copper is good. Copper has always channelled. It is what copper does. WHere did you get the stone?"
Kit Killovarras	Kit shakes his head a little and explains, "It's just one of the river rocks that I use to train with." with a smile, allowing Askante to divvy up the money earned without any real mention. "As for my resonance, I don't think it's going to be that easy. My magic comes from other dimensions, though which ones and how many I draw on at a time isn't something I can control yet." He gives a little chuckle and adds, "Someone helped me to realize that what I was trying training wise might not have been how my magic works in the first place."
Askante	Askante gives a little nod at that, turning the stone about a few more times. "Chances are strong you may find better answers where magic is strongest. Which is not here. Not many can travel there though." It muses in a thoughtful tone, then grimaces. "Knowledge may come from several planes, actually, I'm afraid. But a river stone will never cut it, other than it's a thing you've been doing. Meaning helps invest magic. Importance and events. I suspect I don't need to tell you that, but I never know."
Kit Killovarras	"I know of someone who could take me to another plane, but I can't do it on my own yet sadly." Kit says with a little nod. "She opened a gateway near me once and it felt..familiar." He pauses for a moment, then adds, "But then again, it felt familiar when someone was trying to open a portal into hell at one point too, so I don't know if it's a familiar with that dimension, or the method by which the gates are opened." He looks at his claws again, then smiles and motions to the stone he'd given to the creature and adds, "Part of why I think I managed to set a charge in it is because I've destroyed that stone and reassembled it dozens upon dozens of times." though there isn't a single imperfection or mark to show for it.
Askante	"Interesting," Askante muses, then with a sort of chirp in its throat, taps its chest. "I am a traveller. I don't have any other way to express it in a helpful manner, it simply is the nature. Earthbound but I am Daemon. The hebrews called my kind dybuk sometimes -- we can travel to all the places that connect to the Mother and many places do. Sometimes, the mystics used to charge me to bring back the dead. It's always a bit messy when they want them to stay, but I didn't really mind bringing back a soul. Sometimes, I was asked to find a lost child in Fae. I don't like Fae. But Fae has the most magic, it is likely where you may find answers." It pauses "I can take people with me."
Kit Killovarras	The aardwolfs ears suddenly perk up, enough that it's visible through his hood, though the weight of the wet fabric weidgs them down again quickly. He turns his head to look at Askante and quirks a brow, then gives a thin smile and muses, "One of these days, I may ask you to take me then." with a little chuckle. "For now though, I'm still working on my ability to maintain a steady flow of energy through myself without losing control... and without tearing myself apart."
Askante	"I can take four souls with me. If you wish to learn and have guidance from your cabal, I can take three others outside of you. Beware though, the realm of Fae has many answers, but your greatest knowledge may come in the realm of Entropy. If you channel force, the decay of it may show you where it truly comes from, by its manner of entropy." Askante observes. "Entropy is safer, but it has its own dangers. When I travel, I prefer the higher plane, it is strange and surreal, but it generally doesn't try and keep you there, or turn you into a turnip."
Kit Killovarras	Kit nods and gives a little smile. "I can think of a few people I'd rant to take, actually." he says with a sigh, then there's a pause and he gives a little shiver as he adds, "I have a feeling I'm going to need to have grandpa send a couple of his trinkets in my next care package though." Then he looks to Askante again and offers a warm smile. "Thank you and as for the planes you travel not turning people into a turnip? Yeah, I'd count that as a positive."
Askante	Askante takes the end of its tail in its palm, giving the limb a stroke, which seems to be a soothing gesture for it. "You know my name. You can call upon me, if you decide on who you wish to see the worlds beyond." It bows its head, then considers everything else and rises, pocketting the change it picked up and the wooden bowl, which it secures more deeply in a pocket. "If you do not wish to summon, I can be found in the ruined church within Sunnydale. Nobody else had claimed it, so I made my nest there." It informs this, then smiles, waving a couple of fingers in an up and down scale. "You have a lot to think about. Farewell." ANd it vanishes. But up on a roof across the way, a skittering can be seen, heading south west, toward New Jersey.
Kit Killovarras	Kit bows his head to the departing daemon, "Until we meet again." he says with a smile. He'd catch the skitter out of the corner of his eye, but just like the last time they'd met, he doesn't watch where they depart to or how they travel. There is, after all, a sort of etiquette required and as a rule, an order once given must be rescinded. After a moment, he collects what was left for him from the bowl and pockets it before he starts off, going back to prowling the streets at night. The one mugging wont be the only one tonight and if nothing else, the Aardwolf enjoys a good hunt.