The rumble within the large bear's chest drew her chocolate gaze upwards as Chizue clutched the broken briefcase to her chest. That sense of palpable anxiety still gripped her heart with such an icy grasp in the mere presence of the man who had once so tormented her, even though he now lay sprawled out unceremoniously upon the asphalt, unmoving, unbreathing, and, as far as the vampire could tell, absolutely dead. There was a part of her that still feared him. A part of her would always fear him and the pain he had brought, pain she never even knew herself capable of feeling over and over again. Her own feet were wholly discontent to move even one step closer to him, even despite the persistent nudging of the large white skull into her back. Logically, she knew well she had nothing to fret over. He was dead. Her own exceedingly sensitive senses were more than capable of telling her such and yet, her mind and her heart so rarely saw eye to eye with one another. An almost pathetic whimper left her lips as the bear only further strove to shove her forward, that fight one she was destined to lose as she shuffled with each stumbling step closer towards his fallen figure.

Chizue was entirely aware of the rumbling vibration that seemed to emanate from deep within the bear's chest. The very sensation of it seemed to echo within her own petite figure, even if Chizue herself hardly felt the same level of satisfaction in the warlock's death. He had deserved it, naturally, and really a petty part of her enjoyed that he had not gone quiet into that dark night for all he had done to her in return. However, her own steadfast fear of both him and the realization of the decidedly difficult situation the pair were in kept the woman from partaking in that momentary victory. Quite on the contrary, Chizue was altogether eager to leave that scene, even going so far as to ask the Polar Bear if such was now possible - a inquiry he seemed to answer with a groan and shake of his rather large head. The very sensation of his cold nose against her skin caused the girl to flinch and yet the territorial beast seemed more than content to simply linger. Chizue nibbled on her bottom lip in her own show of anxiety as the young woman slowly stepped away from the bear, as if attempting to coax him to follow her by the sheer fact of her own departure.

She watched as each step she took was answered by the sluggish footfalls over his own paws, the bear almost trudging behind her like some large puppy then the ferocious creature he, in fact, was. Though the thick pea-soup fog embraced them, Chizue was hardly oblivious to the wailing sounds of sirens that all but surrounded them. The police were coming and with them, surely Dark Hunters drifted in their wake. It only furthered to amplify her anxiety as she led the large polar bear away from downtown and towards the quaint little streets lined with nondescript townhomes - one of them belonging to Isolt and herself. She was hardly prepared for the sudden sound of the bear's echoing bellow in the stillness of that nightly fog, the very cacophony nearly caused the demure Asian woman to jump, her eyes widened in fear as her chocolate eyes so keenly searched those layers of fog for the origin of that deafening 'bang' that had come before the bear's cry. "It...it's okay." She voiced in a shaky tone as she reached out towards the bear's head. "We're...we're almost there. It'll be okay." Her head bobbed almost firmly, even if Chizue hardly believed in her reassurances herself.

The very sight of her powder blue siding was a blatant relief to the girl as she led the way up those stairs to the porch. "Um...wait...here, okay?" She muttered, glancing to the bear behind her. He was, quite simply, too large to fit in the doorway of her home. Quickly, Chizue undid the lock on her front door, stepping inside to carefully place the paper filled suitcase on her coffee table before the young woman skirted towards the backyard. Her lithe figure moved with surprising grace as she quickly slid open the sliding glass door onto the porch outside and the rather diminutive backyard, if it could be called that, the townhouse sported. She made her way through the manicured grass towards the fence, her fingers quickly fiddled with the latch as she pulled back the gate. The girl stepped out of the 'backyard', her chocolate eyes landing upon the large form of the bear - exactly where she had left him. "This way, please...hurry." She commented, her gaze briefly fluttered towards the street, as if she was afraid that someone would materialize out of the fog, the young woman entirely oblivious that such cover was her own doing.