He had been walking back home from the Press when he saw her. Some sort of rogue beast, galloping out onto the streets with a fierce sort of hunger reflecting in it's eyes. If the streets had been more busy, Clark might have ducked to the side to change into his uniform. But they weren't. It was late, they were practically abandoned, and it seemed like stopping whatever that was before it got to where it was headed seemed more important.
Dressed in a suit and tie, going with the civilian look, Clark shoved his briefcase on top of a mailbox and stepped forward, a streak of white and black guiding him down the street until he was centered in front of the werewolf. A few feet ahead of it anyway. It would have been terribly difficult for him to have been missed.
Clark didn't know everything about this city. He was aware of the vampires and the demons and the multiversed villains, but he had never quite encountered something that looked like this. However, it was a bit difficult for his mind to avoid flashing off to those old thriller movies that he and some of the kids would group together to watch back in Smallville on the weekends. He couldn't help but think of Wolfman. Or woman. Was it a woman? Honestly, from where he was standing, that was a difficult thing to determine.
"Where do you think you're going?" Clark decided, curious to see if the creature could understand his speech.