[b]Therseod:[/b]
Therseod was just leaving the compound to go rustle up some grub in the nearby town when he caught the scent. It wasn't too strong, but it was definitely there. It interested him, enough to make him want to follow it. It had the smell of a distressed creature, something that wasn't quite at it's peak physical strength. That enough would be enough to interest any predator.

(Thersian:)
As he followed the scent, he couldn't quite decipher what the smell was. He kept wavering between fox and human, which was confusing to him. However, as he got closer his confusion was cleared. It was clearly some supernatural fox-like creature, and a couple of them. One smell, clearly was one of a healthy individual. It was also clearly a child, as it didn't quite have the smell of an adult creature, although he could be wrong. The other smell was definitely a sickly or weak adult. It stunk of fear and stress, that clearly spelled good news. He would gladly take already wounded prey instead of healthy individuals, even better if they had already collapsed, which would make the kill extremely easy. As he got even closer, it was clear that the two were fox-like supernaturals. The scent was much clearer now, and he could tell almost exactly what was up ahead. The female was probably a escaped prisoner, although how she might have escaped didn't seem possible. The other scent, a female child, was weird. It didn't smell like a prisoner, and it didn't smell like an outside person. Maybe this 'child' wasn't a child at all, but only appeared as one. Maybe, it was another of Vlads workers, who was apprehending the prisoner. He shook it from his mind. The most likely outcome was that the child had something to do with the older female, and was probably a trespasser.

(Theo:)
Theo watched as they ran through the woods, even howled in joy as he smelled the prey getting closer. He definitely was going to take control as soon as they had sighed their target. They all had roughly the same physical strength, however he preferred the actual killing and chasing to the tracking. That was more Thersian's neck of the woods. He loved to rip into helpless prey, feel their blood rush between his teeth, and watch as their life ebbed away under his vicious gaze. He was, however, impatient. '[i]This tracking thing takes forever[/i]' he said, Thersian replying with an eye-roll, Tod with insane laughter. Neither of his brothers understood him, really.