Anywhere he felt comfortable. It could have been ominous, but was more likely simple practicality on Faith's part. Regardless, the shaman had jumped at the chance to influence his environment.
He drifts through East Portal Park, eyes closed, to an outsider seeming oblivious to his surroundings. But every living thing emitted a spark, their collective glow filling a hunger that was never quite physical. With nearly everything in the vicinity living, the perception was quiet enough on its own, leaving him content enough while waiting for the Chicago Thearch's arrival.