When it had parked, and an assortment of Wolves gathered and communion with the returned Wolves, I stabbed all my fingers palm straight into a womans throat. They all were working together to search the trucks, one by one. I had gotten through to her spines backside. It was a sudden death. I reeled out and used my other arm to grab her breast, to brace her crumpling silently into the confines I was laying in. I slithered and overturned her as I did so. I then slithered to the front and slunk down the trucks windshield, leaving a bloodwake to my bloodpool as I bided time crouched in front of the truck. These wolves needed to communicate, I guessed, because the other trucks were clean, so they just huddled up to the next one. But they didn't start on it until every person was there.

I crouched adeptly down the garage one truck to another. By my 7th truck they had found her. There was a door on the concrete wall - I ventured in, with no woman in sight I sprinted down it's passage. Using corridors for what seemed like 2 minutes a klaxan then began to rang through the complex. By then I had spritzed my arm enough for the blood to be concealable upon my scales. 

But no sounds of beating feet. I had no instinct about why not, and just walked the path I had chosen.