Fenrir started to jog, easily being able to keep up with the Pegasus's while they flied over the roads of Guardia. As they started to reach the forest, it was a bit tougher, however far for impossible. He didn't even need to look up, he could just follow the flyers by their scent. Navigating harsh terrain came naturally to werewolves, and he often had to go though forests and marshes to do his "job".