[ Ah! A vampire, then. She supposes she could have guessed that: he's cold, his emotions have the weight of many years to her empathic senses, and he's hunting without a weapon at night. It's unusual that he's looking for animals rather than people, though.

Ahri tilts her head, curious. ]

You survive on animals? I was not aware that was possible for a vampire.

[ If she was able to do the same thing... Ahri ruthlessly swallows down the twinge of guilt and wistfulness that thought produces. She raises herself to stand again, vulpine ears swiveling to catch the noises of any animals nearby. She can hear tiny woodland critters, and the far off steps of bigger prey, likely a deer. ]

Well, I'm already here, and there's strength in numbers against the Brutok. [ Ahri smiles, sly. ] May I accompany you in your hunt? I promise I can be quiet, and what you find is all yours.