<strong>Name:</strong>Xuxa Romero/Kythia<br/><strong>Location: </strong>In Route to MacEwan, downtown Atro<br/><strong>Time:</strong>12:15 p.m.<br/><strong>Tagged: </strong>Hanged Man/Narrator in scene, Monfang in phone call<br/><br/><br/>Xuxa squatted on her haunches beside a pigeon which was idly pecking at the remains of a hot dog dropped by one of the city's numerous litterbugs.  It started to flap away - a city pigeon was well used to people, but close enough to nature to know damn well it should flee when a predator in human skin approached it - but she cooed soothingly, hoping to calm it.<br/><br/><em>It's ok.  It's ok.  I mean no harm to you.</em>"Today" she mentally added, keeping the vague threat from her posture.  Pigeons weren't tough to fool.<br/><br/><em>A walking dead person got into a fight near her.  Their head came off.  Did you see it?  Can you take me to where it was.  I have...</em>a scan of her pockets found that she had a few coins, a phone, a set of keys and a balled up receipt.  None of them great pigeon bribes.<em>...there will be food for you every day on the top of this building if you can take me there.</em>The pigeon pecked at the crumbs while its tiny mind worked it through then flapped off slowly.  Difficult to tell if it was leading her or just flying off but...she set off in a comfortable run after it.  Not a sprint, the steady lope of a wolf.  She could keep it up all day if needed, even in this form.  As she jogged her phone rang in a back pocket but she let it go to voice mail rather than risk stopping and losing the pigeon.<br/><br/>Eventually it circled a couple of times and perched atop a building and she slowed down to a walk while she checked the message.  Time to see if the pigeon had understood or not.  As she approached she dialed the Alpha back.<br/><br/>"It's me.  Queen Ant says one of the pure has killed a leech.  Just, hopefully on my way there..." she trailed off as she saw the two people stood next to the body.  "Crap.  I'm at errrr," she glanced round to get her bearings "on Fifth, just near the old Subway shop. I'll call you back in five, or text me if you're on your way"  She flipped the phone closed and put it back in her pocket as she took in the scene.  Both looked vaguely familiar but her attention was far more focused on the corpse than on trying to place them.<br/><br/>"What the fuck?  Have you guys called the police yet?"  Please say no, please say no, please say no.