Razor was, as usual, true to his promise. There's not a sound in the air until his feet hit the pavement outside her home, a few gusts of wind rattling at the windows.

She may not have been expecting him so late. He had to clean up after the hunt so he looked nice after all! It's important to look nice when with city humans. There's a light knock, knock, knock along the door. He knows its hers, he can smell her all around, but there's others too.

And the wolf waits patiently, wings tucked away once more.