Khala looked through a vent grate at the park. She could see smoke and fire, hearing about some alien from the people passing by. Khala smirked, poking her fingers through the bars, feeling the sunshine. This is a perfect situation. The agency she has heard about wouldn't have time to hunt her. She could hunt as much as she liked now. She pulled her fingers back when she saw a person walk by, but they didn't notice. Khala hissed. Maybe she could hunt openly at night. Or should she stay hidden, like all of her hunts? Decisions, decisions...