Roddy himself was going around the various areas that weren't in vampire control, since he desperately needed a job, and would be just as unwelcome by vampires. Not to mention the fact that being a rat, he was far easier prey than a wolf would be.

The bright neon against a black background caught Roddy's eye and he approached, curious. He noted the wolf-like scent, and figured the man could smell his own rat scent, but figuring it didn't matter since it wasn't a full moon night, he forced himself to ignore it. Even if the predatory scent made him feel a little more on edge, he figured nothing was as bad as running into a vampire. At least, that's how things seemed lately.

"That looks amazing," he said, focusing on one of the paintings of a pack of vividly colored wolves, racing through a forest.