He turned quite simply on his paws and walked casually to the florist’s shop and disappeared past the doors. Shortbeak blinked, giving a quick glance to the litter of bodies that carpeted the ground before her and the murmuring crowd down one end of the street, and swallowed. She emerged from her cover, flapping her wings to carry herself over the bodies. She landed on the far side, scurrying along the wall until she was beneath the window of the store.