Bryan O'Leary the Hound of Manchester walked through the area of Hooksett carefully scanning the streets and alleyways for any suspicious activity. His ears catching the multiple sounds around him from passing vehicles, to footsteps, to even the whispers of the mortals still out and about this night.
Nights in Manchester are just full of suprises ranging from the dilemmas of the humans they shared this city with to full blown clashes between the Kindred and those damn bipedal mutts....except this one.
After the close call in the warehouse things soon slowed down...really slowed. O'Leary scratched his head and sighed slightly. There was a good bar not too far from where he was.
Maybe I'll pay a vist there and see whats up The Hound thought to himself but then quickly shook his head. No there would be still time for that later right now he need to finish his "patrol".
The Hound then continues with his stroll
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