Shen is quite good at being unobtrusive, but he can't quite melt into the shadows completely. Someone is bound to spot a flash of white feathers or a glint of light off of metal talons.

And someone does. A small child tugs at her mother's skirts. "Look, Maman, it's the giant bird!"

Oh, balls. Shen dives into an alley and takes flight, flapping up to the rooftop. The child giggles. "Ooo, pretty!"