Just as Ludwig was beginning to weigh his options, his gaze drifting absently between the crumbled stone and the looming corpse of the fallen angel, a low, guttural sound rolled out beside him. At first, it didn't register. It was a growl an honest growl but for a moment, his mind didn't quite process it. Cats didn't growl. They hissed, yowled, maybe let out an irritated chuff when displeased. But this? This was a sound more suited to a canine, or something far more ancient.
He turned, and there was Salem.
