July was sitting on a bench in a park,looking out at the city. Striker and he had planned to meet there to talk about their potential duties as Sentinels and they thought the park would be calm today. Luckily they were right. At the moment there was no one wandering around and July liked it like that.
He had some bread in his hands and he threw it down to the birds gathered around. The action calmed him and he wanted to stay calm during a conversation about security and protection. The birds didn't over-complicate things, they just wanted food and he had food. No drama. That's what he wanted to help put a stop to, all the drama in the Consilium. But he had to wait to discuss solutions. Until then the birds would keep him company until his fellow Sentinel arrived.