Aiden had had roughly two hundred years to hone his predator like tracking skills but this only carried him so far, he was led from the city to a road on the outskirts where the trail became almost untraceable. He passed the lake keeping his distance, he had never liked water. An instance with a Victorian era priest armed with only a flask of holy water over one hundred years ago had made him rather wary of water. Even the variety that had not been blessed. He moved with great speed up the mountain but he was still a significant distance behind when he reached the end of the road. No human had ever given him this much of a challenge before, he felt he should be frustrated and part of him was but the larger part enjoyed the challenge. Aiden felt perhaps he had let himself dull his skills on inferior pray. He looked around the road, the trail had ended. His eyes ran over the trees above him and then to the road beyond. She seemed to have just vanished. If he had still been mortal he would have let go a sigh but the undead were unable to do so. He stood motionless along the lonely road unsure of what his next was to be but his ambition was slowly depleting.