Mitchell's eyes flickered black for a moment. He opened a window as his eyes shifted back and called out to the squirrels to bloody well scatter. No powers; just the power of the human voice.

The ravens were probably a little more esoteric, but it wasn't like they did anything other than follow him about on occasion. They made some noise as he shut the curtains again.

"He'd have to have been recruited by someone who doesn't know how to cover their tracks," Mitchell shot back. "This is bloody stupid. Even if this was a case of a vampire losing their shit and pushing too hard, they should've known better and just blamed it on an animal attack. Or taught him to blame it on an animal attack. This is just begging for trouble."

He was well-versed in these things.