Godric perched on the thick marble baluster, so still that one might have imagined he was a stone gargoyle instead of a living creature made of flesh and blood. Red eyes scanned the sidewalk, his keen vision allowing him to see clearly despite the dim lighting and the fact that he was several stories high. This was what he was good at: hunting.
What he wasn't so good at, however, was waiting. And he particularly hated waiting for a recently disgraced doctor who had
sworn that he would arrive on time...