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Chris paws near the smell and looks to Hector when the Alpha comes over. <<More>> The Irraka focuses as he forms words into a language that's not second nature just yet.
<<Burning Sky, scents, Cleaning?, Sweat. Mixed.>> His head shakes. <<Not natural predator>> Then he pauses and looks towards Viola.
<<Dead are Male. Who is female?>>
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A growl rumbled uneasily in the Cahalith's throat. A human voice might have made something more articulate of it, but a wolf's throat could not.
<<Human prey sees something. Human prey is hunted. Tracks point to woods. We must go>>
Hector's head bobbed to each of his pack mates as their filtered information was collected together. His yellow eyes had not left the dark ranks of the trees.
<<We go together. Woods are territory. Territory of prey. We hunt>>
His words grew thicker on his lupine tongue. Territory wasn't the right word, but the First Tongue had nothing to describe what he sought to say. The nervous anticipation fled from his muscles and exited his mouth, along with his guttural words.
The Alpha led the way, following the trail he had scented back to its origin. He was no Hunter in Darkness; and certainly no Irakka.
It showed.
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There is definitely a traceable scent lingering on the photograph, even under the marshy smell of the creek mud. It's the same smell permeating the scene of the crime; the victim held that photograph. Matching lingering scent to a few tracks, its clear they head off in the opposite direction of the woods.
As Hector takes point on the trail of the victim/prey, it clearly draws them further into the woods. The decision for Viola to follow the Alpha or pursue her own lead hangs in the air.
Need clarification on following Hector's trail, Viola's trail, or splitting it up.
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<<Alpha! Scent trail breaks, travels here!>> Viola growls out, the guttural sounds escaping her maw, <<Follow it?>> she asks, <<Or follow pack?>>
Viola is asking for clarification, she'll listen to Hector regarding which trail to follow
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It's simple when this close to the Wolf. As the Alpha commands and Viola asks Chris lets the not-Man side of him bleed through. With the others making sound Chris shifts and moves to fade into the woods themselves. It's been some time since Mother Luna brought a new world to Chris but he learned to trust himself in situations like this. He may not know why Luna choose the New Moon for him but he flows with it.
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Hector is moving forward.
<<Hunter has lair this way. Pack as one. Strength.>>
Well... That was a hopeful assumption but it was what the Alpha was working off. They did not need to know where the man of the Herd ran to. The entity that they hunted came from the woods and to Hector's thinking, it would either have returned there or else they could follow its spoor from there.
Some lessons are hard and Hector was no survivalist.
Hector is following the trail back into the woods
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Body lines shape her easy submissions and agreement, before her man-mind could think to naysay. She falls in line even as her great body's weight is redistributed, her strides lengthen, her steps made light.
To help speed things along
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The pack, as one, form up on Hector's trail. Though Hector's instincts match those of the others, it's clear he isn't Meninna. The others slink into the shadows and trees as Hector cuts a... less more direct path through the woods. The smell of fear and the victim are strong, and the pack's Alpha had no difficulty following them. The further they venture into the woods, the more the strange, tangy smells Chris had picked up on become apparent. Invasive. Up until a point. When the trail clearly...
Disappears.
The unease in the air and the animal instincts that hint to inclement weather thicken, peak, and drop off. Right (as Hector would note) at the end of the trail. The very point in which the victim met his killer. This supposed 'big black cat' of Sacramento. The large, jagged tears in the ground and foliage suggest something large had taken after the unfortunate man at this point, though the tracks seem to appear out of thin air. Hector's trail has gone cold. The sound of crickets reverberates in their keen ears - made all the more loud by the absence of civilization sounds so far from the road.
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Hector bursts to the end of the trail, scattering humous and trailing crawling vines. He grinds to a standstill, panting, then snuffling at the earth, then raising his snout high and taking in the vaporous air.
Eventually, Hector-wolf gave an all too human scowl and start pawing at the earth. His tail frisked in agitation but the growl of displeasure told all.
I was going to say, ST take off the penalties you need but Hector failed to pierce the Gauntlet anyway.
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A half step brings Chris that much further away from Hector as he expresses his displease. The man-aspect of Chris isn't sure who would win but the wolf follows the pack.
<<Empty>> Irritating. Definitely not natural if it can just appear from thin air. The Irraka stills as he pushes against the Gauntlet that keeps the spirits and humans apart, that helps keep the balance. Right now it is in the way.
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