Not A Flying Squirrel

[Roxana Strix]

Roxana was just trying to take a break and enjoy the day with a few sketches of what was going on around her. Stress was something that was of her least concern even with all of what had been going on in the school. Many might not have believed it but Roxana was still going through something...something she didn't know what to call it. Perhaps it was development, but the kind that she didn't want because it was not good for her job. She was trying to push such thoughts out of her mind and try to focus once more on what was important. Keeping an eye on her targets.

She had checked in on most of them by now but there were still things she needed to do, like right up a report on all that happened. She also wanted to check in on Demi and have some one on one time with the younger girl. Now seemed like the best time to start trying to pull Demi into the fold of SIGUARD for the future. Iota; her pet hawk let out a caw as he swooped down and landed next to her master. The bird and Roxana had been working together for a while now but the bond was not like it had been with Delta.

"What is it?" Roxana asked as she glanced up from her sketch book. Iota had a large squirrel in its mouth, one it likely plucked from where it had been sleeping. Roxana was just about to point out to the creature that it was probably best for it to eat up in the trees but the bird flew off then. It looked like it had been planning to go up into the trees, but along the way she Iota dropped the dead squirrel on someone. Oh dear. Roxana was already moving to the person that was hit by the dead squirrel, worried about how they might react. "Are you alright?" Roxana asked them, shooting a look at her hawk who was sitting up in a nearby tree, waiting.

[Viktor Krieger]

That limp was getting to him again. By now the pain should have resided and things returned to normal, but he still walked with a limp and to make things worse, it made him gruff and perhaps a little unapproachable at times. He tried his best, however, upon returning to the school to ensure that it wouldn't interfere with his helping the students. He was a trainer after all, and the former head security officer. But for now he just took up the training stuff. He needed to nurse this wound, it's longevity was beginning to upset him. The would caused during Specter's raid was enough to put him out once, and for his increased healing factor to not account for it made him worry. Most of the students knew of his savage form, and rightfully feared it. If there was a shifter to teach shifters of their true selves it was Viktor.

He'd been walking the halls today, the same old route he'd patrol as head of security every day, this path today lead him into the school's courtyard where he'd take the time to check on studying students. Even for a man as rough looking as Viktor could be personable, not to mention it was usually here Shifter students would come to him for personal conversation. It was actually rather peaceful today, with very little to do in the way of crowds. It was almost peaceful until he got hit on the head by something, a soft body, when he heel turned to see what had collided with him... a fresh, dead squirrel. Dropped by a bird of prey of some kind. He knelt to examine the corpse, even picking it up to sniff it. If it werent already claimed, he'd almost have cleaned and gutted it, and cooked it, then eaten it. But this wasn't the time or place. When a woman approached him, seemingly worried, asking if he was alright, Viktor stood to full height and nodded. "I'm alright, just a dead squirrel is all, you wouldn't happen to know what did this, though, would you? I can't get a proper scent off it."

[Roxana Strix]

The man that had been a 'victim' to her pet bird’s careless drop of its food was a man that she knew a little bit about. It was part of her job to know as much as she could of her targets and a little bit on the people in the area. It was a lot of names to remember, but he main focus was those of staff and it was easy enough to get a hold of their names, some information, and at the very least have a picture of them. This man was Viktor Krieger, a now trainer at the school. She recalled that he had gotten badly injured during the events of the SPECTRE attack.

Other than that she just knew the basics about him. His age, name, job position, and of course his power; which explained why she saw him sniffing at the fresh corpse. He seemed to not be worried or offended at all over the matter. That was a relief. Iota might have been an animal that could fit in a cage but she was meant for a big cage. One bigger then Roxana's room so the bird was more so of an outdoor bird and therefore could not actually have been approved as a school pet. That was why it lived on the campus grounds and was only around Roxana when she called upon it or it felt like hanging around its master. "I would. It was my hawk. I apologize that she did that, she has been misbehaving of late." Roxana said.

She then turned in the direction of the tree her messenger was sitting in and held up her hand. She didn't need to make a sound or anything; the hawk was looking at her and knew what she wanted it to do. Soon Iota was landing on Roxana's upper arm, managing to at least make sure it's talons were wrapped around her arm and not digging into her flesh. She didn't have her glove on either way, so it was not all too pleasant of a feeling but she showed no signs of being in any discomfort. "The culprit." Roxana said as she gestured at the hawk that was looking elsewhere.