Aleksandr helped out with what he could.  Today had turned into an interesting one.  If he was to rate it, he would give it a negative score.  

Father Seraphim came gliding over to the scene, feeling helpless--except for his excess prayers he had been repeating in his head ever since they had almost hit the poor girl.  His eyebrows were crinkled as he watched his son help the police officers.  His mouth was sealed shut but his thumb continued skimming through his black prayer rope.  Thank the Godhead for the police officers to step in.

"This poor girl," he opened his mouth finally speaking, "Lord have mercy," he followed with a small prayer. 


[h3]Lucy[/h3]

"This is a complete shitfest," Lucy handed the autopsy report have to the pathologist.  He blushed as she slid the papers gracefully into the man's hands, "I wish they had called me sooner..."  Her voice was smooth and quiet.  She parted her lips specifically as she spoke, articulating clearly to the doctor.

"I'm sorry. We are not sure what to think."

"What's your excuse? Do you know who or what did this?" Her voice was sharp, her eyes pierced through the man's soul as she interrogated him for more information.  She took a step closer, a little too close for comfort.  She looked down his body.  He wasn't badly built, she could make do with a little imagination.

"It--it a-appears some [I]animal[/I] attacked him, ma'am," he stuttered at her closeness.

"An animal you say.  What kind of animal?" She tilted her head, her eyes focused inside his.

"From my kn-knowledge, I'd say a wolf--but--but there are never wolves in the city.  And for a wolf to be that large is j--just preposterous," he held up his hands, as it to offer some distance between the two of them. The papers in his hand flopped over, the opposite of what was happening in his pants.

"But we know that just cannot be true, right?" A small, seductive smile was set on her lips.  She took a step closer, her forehead right next to his lips, "I mean, the report mentioned nothing of a wolf, right?"

"I... of course, not.  It may have been some modern day medieval killing instrument, which seems more plausible..."

"Good, I want to make sure I'm after the right person," her lips were slightly ajar as she finished speaking, looking the man up and down, and taking a step backwards.  She got what she needed.  It [I]must[/I] have been a werewolf. [I]But why on a Sturgeon Moon?[/I] She had until September 16th, the next full moon to figure out where the werewolves would target.  So far random pedestrians seemed useless enough of information. Unless, it was a rogue werewolf. [@Arista]