Meesei stepped out from the alleyway, wiping the blood from her claws. It had been over quick, but not quick enough. The Altmer had evidently not decided to investigate the source of the noise. Perhaps the thought drunken brawls were common in the slums, which they likely were. Nevertheless, he had escaped her sight. She searched the area and could find his scent, but in a city, scents became so mixed and diluted that it was difficult to track them for long, especially considering that lycans had been in the city for some time. Meesei spread her search for the Altmer outward, but every moment that passed reduced the chances of finding him. Vos might not have been the largest city in Tamriel, but it was large enough that she couldn't simply guess where he was going. Meesei could only hope the others were having more luck than herself. 

Ahnasha had confirmed that the Cathay was definitely lost. At first he had been somewhat subtle in his movements, but now he was just leaning around every corner, into every alleyway. Unlike most Khajiit, the Cathay-raht, were not known for their agility or subtlety, and they were prohibitively large for anything other than a direct approach. She almost wanted to give up on the Khajiit until he finally decided to walk down one of the alleyways he approached. Curious, Ahnasha ran over and peered around the corner in complete silence, due to the effects of her muffle spell. She could not see clearly around the Cathay's large body, but he was just starting to talk to someone who appeared to be wearing old, torn clothes that were practically rags. A strange sight in the wealthy district. [i]Interesting[/i]. She thought.