Pakuna was walking down the streets in his human form, since, after all, he was in the human world. His mind was distracted, and yet his eyes darted everywhere. He distrusted humans. You could never tell what they wanted sometimes. 

Granted, you couldn't with any of his kind either, really, but it all boiled down to power with them in any case. Power to rule, power to be, power simply over other races. Sometimes he hated the politics of it all, and yet, he was good at it. 

He wasn't worried about being attacked, nor was he worried about encountering humans. He had long since learned how to blend in with them. And as for being attacked-who would dare attack a phoenix and expect to live? 

Frowning, he heard something, and looked about. He followed the small sound, barely heard. What he came across was gruesome, and he sighed. The human never stood a chance, he thought, and turned to go, stopping suddenly as she whimpered. 

"How are you alive?" He muttered to himself. 

He thought on what to do, and then gently, ever so gently, he picked the human woman up, and to his home as a sanctuary. While he doubted he could heal her, or that she would leave, at least he could offer her peace and quite as she died, and comfort as he tried to figure out what the woman was, and somehow get word to any who knew her that she was gone.