There was a thunderstorm overhead, and it was overall a dreary day to be hunting. Technoblade shivered, giving a glare to his fledgling, Tommy, who was trying to use his cape as an umbrella. This led to Techno being rained on in the process.

"Get outta there, you gremlin. Tell me if you smell anything." Techno said with a stern tone to his beloved covenmate. The boy scoffed, having been just recently turned to save his life. He was awfully cocky for someone who had been at deaths door fairly recently.

"I can't smell shit it's raining, why'd Phil send us out here anyways," Tommy grumbled back. Earning a scowl from his Sire.

"Because normally you can smell blood even in the rain, but it seems like there ain't any humans out today." Techno lifted a hand to shield his eyes from the rain. He scanned the surrounding buildings with red eyes. He hated to admit it... but Tommy was right. He couldn't smell 'shit' either.