[color=#1A1A3B][b][u][h1][sub][sub][sub]Farren[/sub][/sub][/sub][/h1][/u][/b][/color]		     grimaced at Victor’s explanation, grateful for his having narrowed the possibilities down, but not at all pleased that the assailant had been a Hunter. [color=#1A1A3B][b]“Shame about Stefan,”[/b][/color] he said, his tone grim as he glanced back at the corpse as Victor rifled through its belongings. He understood that mentality, made sense to take of the dead, even if some thought it wrong. The dead couldn’t use tools or clothes or other such things, so there was no need for them to keep them. Better that they were put to some use.

Farren cast his gaze to the rooftops, trying to see if he could catch sight of anything out of place–even recently disturbed grout or shingles or other material could be helpful details. Once his scan there was done, he’d redirect his attention to the path of viscera and teeth that led to Stefan’s body. The man hadn’t just been torn apart, he’d clearly been struck by something either massive or unbelievably dense…and with incredible force at that. Farren’s gaze would follow that trail from Stefan’s body forth, trying to track where it may have started. That could indicate something. All the while he kept his ears peeled and his awareness stretched to its limits. Farren walked backwards, treading back to the giant’s body, and crouched slightly, keeping his eyes on their surroundings as he let his knuckles brush against its pale flesh. He was wondering if it was still warm.