Hector begins to move. Slowly at first, then picking up speed. He half shrugs out of his clothing before pouring onto four legs. He leads from the front, nose to the ground.

He strikes out to the west, passing through the new developments of the city until they reach the river. Tonight was not a night to track the Pure to their north; but it was a night to hunt, stretch, and run. So he ran the pack on the shores of the two rivers that framed the heart of the River City.

End scene. Fade to black.