The red wolf's rampage was difficult to miss, but what Daud had seen of it through Mercy's eyes had been enough to guess they weren't dealing with an ordinary beast here, necessitating the detour to an apothecary's shop for enough sedative to fell a goliath. Killing it was the obvious, unspoken option, but he didn't think he needed to justify to Billie why it was worth waiting to resort to that. You could only learn so much from dead things. Assuming there was a sentient human mind in there, somewhere, there was possibly more to learn there about it origins.

Their swift transversals across the rooftops bring them closer to the area where Mercy last spotted the red wolf -- not that it would have been hard to miss, in any case, as the sound of the shot and the answering snarl of rage that follows echoes off walls. An unexpected complication is the familiar figure fending off its attacks, something that draws Daud up short when they come to the edge of a rooftop.

Shura's evidently overwhelmed, but Daud can already tell at a glance, the creature's too enraged. Whether it would even be slowed down by a knife through its throat is debatable.

"I need you to draw it out where it's in clear view of the rooftops," Daud tells Billie, voice clipped as he passes Billie his own pouch of pilfered sedative. If she feels like telling him she doesn't take his orders anymore, too bad, he's still acting like he fully expects her to comply. "When it stops moving, I need you to get as much of the sedative in it as you can."