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It's been decades since Mogget has wandered around London this freely. It's almost like discovering the city all over again. At first he sticks to exploring mainly at night, keeping his nose to the ground and sniffing out magical activity. During the day he switches to crow form for a bird's eye view of the city, updating the mental map in his head. He has a specific mission, however, and so in the latter half of the month he begins to target certain locations:

Bromley and Bexley
Despite being in enemy territory, Mogget trots through the suburbs as if he has every right to be here. The fae presence is strong and every once in a while he senses a door to the Other Realm and raises his hackles, approaching with caution. While he may sniff around the edges of a door, he will never go through; that is forbidden to him.

But he's not here looking for doors. He's here to scope out the area and identify the resident fae. Maybe even talk to some of them, if they will talk to him.

Hillingdon House (17th-19th February)
Mogget hangs around the house for an entire weekend, watching who comes and goes. He's here to talk to the hunters, although you might not believe it if you find him in the kitchen, but anyone who seems like a promising prospect will hear a voice at their feet:

"Looking for work?"

Abbott Mill, The East End Den (around end February)
Mogget hates dogs. He doesn't want to be here, his small white cat face wrinkled in disgust at the stench of werewolf that permeates this place, but he's under orders and so he must pad with great caution into the den.

He's here to deliver a message to the alpha, Katherine Moore. Hopefully that won't take long and then he can just sneak his way back out without being noticed...

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The Dodger is always around, and you know what he's never seen? A cat this deep in wolf territory. Oh, there's always the odd stray who risks it but never one that looks aware of just where it is. They're just a bit away from the den, and he isn't even sure himself why he's there but he is.

"What you lookin' for then, moggie?"

He's on his way out from the den and Mogget narrows his eyes when he spots the scruffy-looking fae. What's he doing so deep in wolf territory?

"Not for you," he replies, slowing down as he looks to cross the street away from the boy. He ought not to have let himself be spotted at all, especially by a fae, but too late to worry about that now.

The Dodger tilts his head, looking at the cat with an amused grin.

"Ain't lookin' for me, that's fine, but if you're lookin' for the wolves, they might decide to eat you up."

"If they do, I suppose I'll have to run." Which he already has done, though the werewolf in question wasn't trying to eat him. Just being really annoying.

Anyway, he doesn't need the warning. He waits for a car to go past and then pads across the street, retracing his steps.

At which point, of course, the Dodger opts to follow.

"Ain't seen your sort down here before," he comments lightly. "Stuff going on, then. Got to be big."

"Got to be, has it?" He shakes his head, irritated, and picks up the pace. "Why do you care?"

There's always a chance the boy-fae is more powerful than he seems or that he knows something, even if this seems like a chance encounter. Either way Mogget isn't keen to give anything away.

"Ain't a bloke allowed to be curious? Know it kills you cats, but I reckon I'll be alright." Oh, there's sheer cheek across his face as he says that, grinning widely. Whether he knows something or not - and who would know - he'll never let on.

Well, that's pointless as far as Mogget is concerned. He has no reason to indulge idle curiosity, nor to attempt to pry answers out of a fae who is clearly used to avoiding the question.

"As you say." It's a non-committal comment, almost meaningless. He's looking around for a place that's out of sight from the general public. This low wall will do: Mogget jumps up, then disappears down the other side into a small alcove. The sooner he loses this fae, the better.

The Dodger watches as the cat jumps away. He's curious as to what it was up to, and he wouldn't have minded chatting some more. But then he shrugs, and follows after it.

Well, he's not got much on that night, might as well see what he can get up to.

He might get a bit of a surprise, since the reason Mogget jumped down past the wall was to reach a place that no one else would see him. When he's safe from prying eyes (other than the boy's), he takes the opportunity to transform.

A few seconds later, an albino crow flies up in front of the boy, beating its wings steadily until it sails over the nearest building and disappears over the horizon. It'll be quicker for him to return home like this too.

"...That was a bit impressive."

He's only admitting that because no one else is around to hear it.

Spycat

NEAR the East End Den

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