Brusenna padded down the street in her small, cat form. She knew she was easy prey for the much larger animals roaming around but she was quicker in her feline form than her human one so she usually preferred her animal form most of the time. She raised her head slightly and sniffed, catching the hit of blood in the air. Her stomach let out a grumble at the prospect of food but she was torn. She was so tiny she didn't have a chance at fighting another for the meal but maybe there would be scraps left. She turned and followed her nose, padding on silent paws through the rubble.