Swims-With-Salmons
The werewolf continued her routine through the city. Thankfully the city wasn't too busy this morning or she'd have to pay extra attention to not bump into people. With her short stature it was easy to overlook her.
The girl halted when she sensed something. She was very attuned into detecting the strange, and she could perceive strong spiritual and magical signatures from quite afar. Technically she could ignore this, but considering that she was thoroughly bored at this point, maybe looking into the source wasn't a bad idea. She couldn't sense any corruption or evil, so maybe it wasn't dangerous either. Maybe fire spirit or someone who used elemental magic, considering the 'smell' of the resonance.
Once she arrived at the scene, she saw a skeleton that was set on fire, and a purple haired woman. Well, she had bad experiences with the undead before, but considering that Butler was a nice man, maybe this skeletal fellow wasn't someone vicious either. She couldn't sense any link between the skeleton and the woman, so she wasn't any sort of necromancer. Speaking of her, she could sense some potential slumbering inside her, though she wasn't sure what was her 'gimmick'.
"Hello!" The short girl in a tracksuit approached the pair, greeting them with a wave of hand. "I could sense from quite afar, Mr. Flaming Skeleton. You're not exactly subtle at hiding from anyone who can detect magic, aren't you?"