The pack raced through the streets, hot on the trail.  Then, suddenly, Lysander stopped dead.  The scent split off in five different directions.  Identical scents, so it wasn't multiple demons...  [color=0072bc][i]"Listen up!"[/i][/color]  Lysander barked.  [color=0072bc][i]"We've got a splitter!  Rin, Darke, Scar, Ores, take seven wolves each and follow a trail.  The rest, with me!"[/i][/color]  It was impossible to find out which was the real demon until it was killed.  This would be a glorious hunt.  Breaking into a run, Lysander followed the center trail.