With a small sense of relief, Fendros smiled as Ahnasha returned. The information was good news, an opportunity for strangers to be the decoys for what traps that would inevitably be set for them. "As reckless as they seem, I don't think we should underestimate them," Fendros added, "they know we are here, and if we could pick up on their scent in the store, then following them through crowded streets may be difficult." Fendros looked away, "However, I don't really see any other way to do it."

Janius leaned the knuckles of one hand on his chin in thought, "I don't know whether I'm just being too cautious, but I sincerely hope that this pack we're going to follow isn't in the hunter's employ." Janius shook his head, "it's hard to believe, but... I don't know, my gut believes it enough." He looked up at the pack, "We also have something of a lead in the apothecary. Runt said that she hated 'us', I presume meaning lycans, perhaps there is a connection to our target?"

Fendros pulled a worried expression, "Janius, she seemed very upset by it. I think we should heed her warning."

"I suppose," Janius said, tilting his head to one side, before straightening up, ready to move. He stayed where he was in case anyone else had something to say, but it appeared that their course was set for the moment.