Noah sighed softly as he leaned over for a moment to catch his breath. That had been much too close for comfort. It was, alas, nighttime, a strong time for both werewolves and vampires alike. He should've expected the ambush, knowing the current feud. But he had been a bit too tired to think of it at the time. He panted softly, currently in a dormant human form. His fellows had been killed in the attack, but he had escaped. Barely. He stood alone in the forest, a bit tired.