Riley wrinkled up his nose. He had never been to church, his people didn't need a big building to be in touch with their gods, but he had met some church people. He knew that good church people were the kind that knew not to ask too many questions in the winter time when the pups were too many and food too scarce and they sent out their women to the soup kitchens on the edges of the city. The sun-worshippers were not good church people, he had known that even before members of the pack had started going missing. To much chanting and too many promotional t-shirts, too many men with too many straight white teeth talking too much on the TV. "So they're recruiting the distraught and getting them to go after vamps and shifters?" Riley asked, "Can your human get in closer? Try to see how they tell the humans about us?" He let out a soft growl and fell silent for a moment, and then- "I should go in." He said with a frown, "Help her."