It was liberating to run and release energy in Fendros' werewolf form. He had started by trying to awkwardly run on his hind legs, but as he sped up he quickly found that he had to use his arms to support himself while he ran. His run turned into a gallop on all fours before he realised how natural it felt. Occasionally, Fendros ground to a halt and sniffed at the air when he smelled or heard game, but with the alpha continuing to run, he had no choice but to leave each scent behind and keep up with the pace that she set.

Soon, they stopped by a leaning tree and Meesei stopped to climb it. With Fendros looking up at her, she gave him a command to track the scent in the area. Fendros wasn't immediately aware of the scent, so he stood and sniffed at the air and at various places on the ground until amongst all the dung and the foliage, he detected a scent of unwashed flesh. Strong, bulky, humanoid, but not human, bigger. What exactly it was, Fendros wasn't sure, it didn't seem to matter to him. He began to run in the direction of the tracks, correcting himself whenever the scent faded. At one point, he had to backtrack for a substantial distance, but for some reason he didn't feel frustrated so much as enjoying the hunt. With each stop to smell the area, with the scent becoming stronger each time, Fendros' anticipation grew.