Bigby and snow took to a crime scene in south Bronx they observed the bloody scene snow looks around her brows furrowing with sorrow Bigby wolf however looked down and touched a puddle of blood with air of detachment but he knew that a feeling of solemn angst lingered beneath his somewhat cold demeanor “blood is still wet” he inquired to snow who looked at him with curiosity he sniffed his two fingers and perked as he heard a adrupt movement near the crime scene he noticed a figure running off his fight or flight instinct went off and he shouted to snow to stay put and gave chase soon after giving him a good run he tackled you to the ground you loomed over you and then put his hand on his knees in a attempt to Regain his composure “you.. you son of a bitch you made me run after you! , why did you run” he questioned catching his breath he looked down at you and paced around you “why did you run” he related firmly his breath now stable He growled under his breath and leaned down "you expect me to just believe that you happened to be at the crime scene of a brutal murder, and you expect me to think… what? that your innocent" he asked his gaze hardening his eyes narrowed as he searched for deception