The winds were starting to pick up, Phoebe held her coat closer to her body so that it wouldn't fly open by mistake, last thing that she needed was for anyone to see the concealed weapons she had on her and start a major panic. She caught the scent of someone, well, something. The young hunter changed her path and started to head for Central Park- she had been chasing this scent for a week now and still had yet to locate the owner of it. Once Phoebe was out of the crowd, she quickened her pace to try and get there in time this time. Whatever it was, it wasn't human or anything she had known before, possibly it was what she was looking for. Once she reached the edge of the park, trying to catch her breath, her brown eyes searched the area for anything out of the ordinary.