Kujin was just drifting off into an exhausted half-sleep when a jingle made his head snap up, a jolt running through his body. Quickly, he pulled himself up into a crouching position, balanced on the balls of his feet and the tips of his fingers, just in case, and he peeked around the side of a barrel to try and see who--or what--was approaching. That was when he caught sight of a familiar little dog bounding his way, and all the attention quickly flowed out of his limbs. Natasha! Not only was she a dog that actually liked him (and Kujin loved animals; he always had, even if they tended to be wary of him now that he was a vampire. Bad vibes, he guessed) but she was also a werewolf, apparently. No wonder she liked him.
In any case, her appearance was a comfort in more than one way. She kicked serious ass as a werewolf, so...he felt safe, suddenly.
"Natasha!" he exclaimed quietly, pulling her up into his lap as she tried to bounce onto him, grinning as she licked his face and he scratched her behind the ears. "Hey...how'd you find--"
Then he heard another sound, the sound of a voice. Blinking, he looked around the barrel again, and this time spotted Feilene hurrying down the alley. Normally, he would have gotten up to help her, but...
Well, he'd lost blood, too. And he still felt rather dizzy. If he went to help her, he'd only send them both toppling over to the ground.
So, he just waved slightly from where he was, scooting forward a bit so she could see him.
