"If it is, it don't seem t'be a friendly sort." The feeling reminds Cooper of a large guard dog, the kind that doesn't bother with growls or barks, instead waiting until the intruder is close enough just to snatch up in its jaws. He dislikes feeling like prey. "I don't think it likes us being here."

He watches Aradia out of the corner of his eye. No scent and no noise makes her blind to the vampire's most keen senses. It's a strange state to be in. "So who are you then?"