Bianca Continued

When she saw the woman on the stairs, Bianca growled. The scene of the dead radiated off of her. Not the blood of her victims, no. The deep, decaying scent of death that a rotting body produces.

There were only two thinga that made that scent: the aforementioned rotting bodies and the strix.

Not a strigo ot a striges, but a true creature of the night. Either a knight or a progenitor.

The woman smirked as her fingernails extended into claws. She leaped down the stairs and attacked them head on, despite being out numbered.

Bianca barked, the sign to scatter, but it was too late. The strix jump tackled her.