It was a quiet night out in the suburbs, but Heiji had been growing increasingly uneasy during the past few days. It wasn't the fae's recent appearance in London; that had gone surprisingly well. And it wasn't his wounds, which had had more enough time to heal by now. It was something under his skin, something that filled him with a high, nervous energy that pacing the streets could only somewhat relieve.

He stopped as his ears caught the soft sound of clucking. Backyard hens settling in for the night, no doubt wired off and snug in a quaint wooden henhouse. Heiji took a step forward, then wavered, standing on the walk in front of the house, knowing he should keep walking but.

But.