He noticed the bird, first. It was really, really hard not to, the way it towered easily over the crowd that parted before it. His eyes caught on its long, proud beak, down its arched neck to the girl that led it. And oh, he recognized her! It was the girl he'd met over the poke-gear.

In fact, he also recognized the person-who-wasn't-a-person that was sneaking towards her, cloaked in an illusion. Oh, crap.

He surged forward, charging through the crowd. He had to get to her before Zorua did! Why did that stupid fox always have to pick the hard targets?