Emily had tried sneaking around as her silvery wolf form, attempting to track Chris' scent around the area he had been heading.
1 success
1 success
Sorry all - I completely missed this thread.
The Ithaer bursts out of an alleyway, short of breath. "Shit.... gasp... sorry.... was... pant... looking... Chris..." She swallows and takes a few ragged breaths. "Couldn't... find this bit."
You.... need... to quit... smoking!
Bite... me! We... ran... 2 miles... A regular... smoker... could never... run like that!
She looks up, doubled over with her hands on her knees. "You guys, uh, like, got any leads on our boy?"