In the dead of the twilight hours, not even the city seems to sleep, and maybe this is what calls the were out as the stars drowned out by the bright lights of every building illuminated against an otherwise pitch backdrop shine somewhere in the inky black above. Not that he was ever one for stargazing to begin with, the creature hardly taking such trivial pleasures in that which was not attainable, tangible. He wasn't one of those beings that liked to simply sit and think, allowing for thoughts to run rampant like shadows across smoldering earthen eyes that stare with disinterest across the southern side of the city. The night air does little to offer any sort of comfort to the restlessness that plagues him, the familiar haze of tiredness clinging to his mind. For him, it was just another night of no sleep, the blackened and silent oblivion ever evading the were as it has for longer than he cared to remember. Jaws part in a gaping yawn as the dog lays there in the shelter of the brush that grows just on the furthest borders of Hyde Park, hind-left leg beneath him as his hind-right stretched out behind him, multicolored tail unmoving as he drapes himself across the cooler yet dried grass, most of his canine form hidden well out of sight of the humans that took a fancy to strolling along the paved trails here. With upper body raised and forepaws out in front of him, Levi was the picture-perfect example of a mongrel people-watching, large and rounded ears pressed forward atop his splashed head as it moves only slightly when there is a sudden shadow of someone walking around the bend in the pathway.

He was bored. Tired and bored, which made for a very unpleasant concoction â€" well, for those that might happen to capture his interest, anyway. Moments like these, where he was too lazy to truly do anything and yet in the same moment poised and prepared to pursue anything that might so much as promise some sort of reprieve from the idle state of being he found himself in currently, were almost always the first stages of trouble that he was more than eager to get himself into. He's come to learn that when he waits around long enough, something usually comes along that could at least serve as some sort of entertainment, however short-lived it might be. And then, it happens. A scent catches the attention of that ever-keen sense of smell, and fuck, it smelled amazing. Then again, most things tended to smell pretty good to the african wild dog. He shifts upright from his previously lazed and lounging position, head lowered as he peers through the branches of his hideout, wet nose twitching upon his sabled snout as dark eyes scan the area for the origins of what he knew to be cheeseburgers. It doesn't take long for the were to spot the wielder of the smell, a man walking alone with a brown paper bag clutched in his hand. Oh, if only the poor human knew just what he'd done bringing those succulent-smelling treat into the vicinity of the canine. Levi watches closer still, eyes following the human as he moves to sit upon a park bench perhaps forty yards away from where Levi sat, his back to where the were lurked. An unusual place for any to decide that now would be a good time to have his dinner. Maybe the guy just didn't want to go home. Maybe he was homeless. All in all, Levi didn't give a shit what or why the man was here in the park at night. The only thing on the were's mind was getting that food.

Sure, he could hunt for something live that would feed that animalistic prey drive in the dog, but he was just as opportunistic as any stray, and an easy meal definitely had its appeal to the were. Then, like a moron thinking he was completely and utterly alone in the park tonight, the man sets the bag on the bench beside him. Big mistake. It was like this guy was just begging for the dog to come up and snatch it. It was hardly much of a challenge at all, but it would do for now. Plus, there was a prize, and Levi did thoroughly enjoy prizes. Silently and with all the talent of a predator, the dog steps slowly from the bushes, head and tail lowered to the ground as he stalks closer with large ears strained forward. Really, all he would need to do is charge the man with teeth bared and a vicious snarl ripping through his throat, and sometimes the were did enjoy a good scare and chase, but he didn't get shit for sleep last night, so stalking seemed a little more his speed tonight. The man doesn't even turn away from whatever it was he was doing or reading, and the dog could have likely just trotted up and snagged it, but again, Levi wanted some sort of rush. Even if it meant stealing this idiot's meal. He moves slowly around to the side of the bench, large ears pressed back against his skull as intent eyes observe the man looking at the illuminated screen of his phone, doing god knows what. The dog then looks to the bag, only inches away from his jaws now, nostrils flaring as he drank in the thick aroma of meat, cheese, and bread. Maybe there was even a paper cup of fries inside... Suddenly, the dog lunges forward, jaws parted only to snap upon the paper."Huh!? Hey! That's mine, you filthy pest!", the man exclaims, jumping suddenly at the sound of paper crinkled which seems infinitely louder against the quiet of the park save for the distant sound of vehicles towards the heart of the city. If Levi could have grinned, it would have reached his ears with wicked amusement. Maybe this guy would learn not to bring food to a park at night. Probably not, though. Which would possibly work out for Levi another night.

The man lurches forward to try and grab the bag, but he is far too slow in doing so, the dog already recoiling out of reach. He pivots on his paws, bolting for the same bushes he'd emerged from, the sound of heavy footsteps attempting to give chase before coming to a complete stop altogether. It was effortless for the dog to wriggle through the undergrowth, and if the human knew what was good for him, he wouldn't go chasing mutts in the dark. Not when the were already knew that supernaturals hunted here just as he a few nights ago. He slows to a trot, a strut more or less, bag swinging in his jaws as he makes his way westward and towards the scent of water. He hadn't managed to explore the west side of Sacrosanct just yet, the were busy "getting to work", swiping purses, wallets, whatever he could get his hands â€" and sometimes his paws â€" on so that he could continue to live in the luxury of his small Riverdale apartment. Tonight seemed as good a night as any to go sniffing around where he probably shouldn't. But that was half the fun, trespassing on turf that could very easily be claimed by a pack or something. He only pauses in his forward strides to tear open the paper bag, deep in the forest and away from prying eyes. Sure enough, an untouched cheeseburger sits in its wrapper, kept company by salty fries. His mouth instantly begins to water, the dog wasting no time tearing off the wrapper and making quick work of the stolen foods, not even taking time to really enjoy the taste as seconds later, nothing but paper and thin cardboard remains. Running his pink tongue satisfactorily over black lips and glinting pearly white teeth, he resumes his brisk trot west.

Large ears are welcomed by the sound of water, the dull ringing of some distant bell buoy floating out there in the cold bay water informing the dog that he has arrived at his destination. He almost waltzes into the open when he can see the shadowed silhouettes of cargo ships and warehouse structures, but what gives him pause is the scent of something else. Something... feline. Despite his distinct markings, the shadows and underbrush do well to keep the were out of sight, his lithe build sliding easily through the brambles, each paw carefully placed with all the precision of the hunter that he was capable of being. He is still when smoldering eyes see a shadow up ahead that doesn't move with the sway of the trees. Ah, it was another were. And, as he tastes the wind that carries he scent of the bay towards him, he can tell that it was a she. Now, she obviously wasn't just some housecat. Goodness, no. He could tell from the sheer size of her that whatever species she was, he was easily outweighed and outmuscled. Perhaps most would have turned and fled at that point, it seemed like the best thing to do. But that's hardly what he does. Instead, he moves closer, moving through the cover in a flanking motion, circling downwind to see if he could steal a better look â€" and he does. With a doggish grin and jaws slightly parted to reveal that pink tongue lolled out over sharp teeth, he, too emerges from the shadows to stand a few yards away. While he was daring, he wasn't foolish like the now burger-less man he'd left in the park."Out for a midnight stroll, beautiful?", he drawls smoothly, boldly to the tigress, taking a moment to trail his gaze along her feline frame sleek, strong, and painted a deep obsidian. Smoldering eyes then meet glowing amethyst eyes. His tail gives a lazy wag as he stands there, regarding her and the way the moonlight gleamed across her fur, fearless though careful as he waits to see just what she might say â€" or do.