She writhed through the hole, leaving her cloak all damp and tattered. She dashed to the trees, holding her breath slightly as she peered across the tree's trunk to to happy guards in human form conversing about things she had stopped talking about years ago. Em let the cloak's hood fall to her shoulder, and squeezed Kyle in a awkward hug." Don't get used to it, I need your scent to get past the guards." She passed through the guards unnoticed, now that she had the scent of wolf on her. She had never wanted a bath more in her life, than when she was crawling through the shadows.