The cold of the after Christmas period was still not letting up, especially along the river. A mortal boatman tied up his craft and swiftly hurried towards the nearest pub, thinking of the warm fire and cheap alcohol inside.
The large black raven watched the boatman, amber eyes reminiscent of a wolf’s tracking the movements of his prey. With a quiet caw and a shake of the head, the bird’s eyes tear away from the boatman who has disappeared into the maze of streets. Looking left and right, the bird hops twice and then launches into the air. Finding refuge out of sight behind some bushes Regulus steps out a few moments later.
Wolf eyes scan the area once more before he blinks and plain human looking eyes survey the scene. Stepping forward he walks to the edge of the river and looks out, waiting.