The meeting wasn't a problem for him and when the small stream of flame struck his chest, it only compounded the notion that he could do very little at this point besides posture and spit. She was far more interesting then the other catalyst that he had encountered and fed upon in the last few weeks, though her reasons for approaching and giving him free reign at this point were still beyond a method of question. He could hardly argue with her, he was so hungry that he could feel his vision becoming blurry and the tips of his fingers were beginning to break away into ash.
He burst from the bridge into a frenzied run, putting distance between himself and Lucielle. He knew that some point in the future she would show up again, only because her interest in his was very obvious. Though he could barely be asked to care about what was going to happen later, or even think about it now.
His feet carried him for nearly a half mile before he caught his first meal, despite it being a homeless man and the taste of dirty scarf lingering on his pallet. Craven still ran on with his face in the wind, not wanting to miss any opportunity to feed and regain his strength. Upon finding the place he saw that Lucielle was correct, the area did suffer a decent blaze. Several of the small trailers were gutted and blackened by flame. Though they were now covered with tarps and tapped off from the rest of this small community.
He had managed to climb onto the edge of an outside fence wall and was just looking on as very few people could be see milling about. There were simple people, with simple lives and Craven could tell this. For now however, they would have to do.