He found Falcon.

And from the look of things, the werewolf was becoming unusually perturbed, pacing about the confines of his grand receiving room.

Larson slowed his steps, taking a deep breath as he prepared himself for the start of a monumental change.

Falcon's demise depended on this very first move.

As soon as he got close enough, Falcon perceived his presence and turned around.

"Larson. You are here. Do you bring good news?" he threw at Larson, his voice eager with desperation. It was too obvious an emotion.

Larson kept his expression tight, so tight that his facial muscles strained.

"I have found and subdued her, sir," he reported,...