He smelled cheese and pasta on the wind, it could only be one creature who hunted him. The ever valiant Nexess, who's bread and butter was cheesey pasta with lime energy drink as a chaser. He'd have to fly fast to be rid of his foe this time. Or maybe he'd have a nice barbecue, cheese stuffed human sounded good.
Sherlock drifted as he listened to the wind creek outside the window, his violin bow held deftly between two fingers as his thumb and forefinger stroked it lovingly. He thought perhaps he'd missed something with John, a subtle tell that could reveal to him why the other man left...