Bane

Moving his deep gray bod silently through the curves of the alleys, Bane kept a good eye out. He was a Lurker, and so welcome in this region, but the two-leggers were a constant factor that had to be accounted for. With a grin, he slunk between a drainpipe and a dumpster, waiting for some form of "entertainment" to come along.

Fyre

His previous facade began to dimish as Fyre entered the Alleys. This was unfamiliar terrain for the yearling, and every little noise, sight, and smell caught his unyeilding attention. Try as he could, Fyre looked less than 'calm' as he followed after Bane. Eager not to betray his story of being a killer, the black wolf stayed directly behind the other, trying to keep out of Bane's direct sight.

Following his lead, Fyre tucked himself into the same area behind the dumpster. "Ambush. My favorite method..."

Bane

He pretended not to see Fyre's discomfort, still enjoying playing with this mere pup's emotions. His eyes, though, were fixed on the alley as he made a sound that he had spent long hours practicing: a small cry. It was almost perfect. It sounded like a small child, lost and afraid, and would draw a benevolent heart into the alley to save it.

With a devilish grin back to Fyre, he waited for his ruse to take effect.