Despite her fatigue from the battle, Meesei ran after the wagons' tracks. They looked fresh, so it was possible that she might catch up to the source. With how many footprints she saw, it was unlikely that she would be able to rescue them alone, but she at least would be able to track them to wherever they were taking them. Unfortunately, it wasn't far out of town where she saw the tracks cross a shallow river, then...nothing. It was as if they entered the river, then never crossed to the other side. Likely, they had some way of covering their track as they went along, perhaps a mage or something of that nature. It would have been hopeless, but Meesei still caught a trace of their scent in the air. It was obvious that they tried to mask it, but these mercenaries had not been expecting to fight lycans. Whatever they used to hide their scents was not strong enough to fool a lycan's nose. There was still hope, but it would take longer to track them down, and Meesei needed to return to the others for help. Once again, she started sprinting back towards the town, as she had already been gone longer than the others would have expected. 

Kaleeth's answer was hardly decisive. She simply did not know how she would cope if they were required to stay in the cult's lair for an extended time, but she was vehemently against feeding on the corpses to satisfy her beast. The focus of their conversation shifted away from Kaleeth not because she seemed to improve, but because the group started to notice how long Meesei had been gone. In particular, Vinaremo seemed to be growing more annoyed. He didn't know who was in charge in Meesei's stead, so he just questioned them all in his frustrated tone. "What is taking your leader so long? Did she get lost walking up a hill? We will leave without her if this takes too much longer."