From behind her, a shrill scream could be heard bellowing into the air. By nature, inhuman. In practice, formed by human vocal chords. Chaos breaking out within the shop; one confused, predatory being struggling against an apparent onslaught of frail mortal life. Wanting them away. Removed from its presence. Glass smashing in the ensuing chaos of a beast consumed by unholy wrath.

Passers by stopped, querying amongst themselves. An onset of Chinese whispers erupting between them in excited, fearful tones. Not one of them having a clue of what was causing such chaos within.

Outside... The back. Up, up, up... To the roof. Then to another. Another, still.

There would be time for thoughts later. Time, too, to reflect upon the wolfen girl's scent.