Exton

Stoney opens the door just as Ob steps onto the porch. The bobcat darts between them and slips into a booth, taking on her human shape.

Stoney nods at Ob. "I heard a few things through Alise's thoughts."  Ob tries to touch minds with Stoney, only to find it locked hard.

"Bro..." Stoney shakes his head."Just listen. I can't let my link get disturbed again. She is asleep."

They move to a table and Ob gets everyone to gather round. He raises his head to call Pandora to his lap. She is gone.

"Where is Pandora?" Several people look at each other, unsure. Jeb points to the stairs, telling him that she is with Traeger. Ob nods, intending to go up to her as soon as he is done here.

Ob listens for the door. He is hoping Nicholas and Raina return, he would love to have their input.

"The shifters have found scents in the alley. They lead to two cars. One had Jean-Marc, the other two shifter males. One of them is known, a clanless one." There are growls from the shifters inside. "People are already hunting for him, and someone sent a shifter to the Sorcerer."

Stoney leans forward on the table, his greyed fingertips tapping. "I picked up a few things from Alise. When I meditated, I could reach deeper, hear things as she slept. She is somewhere about twenty miles out of town, with the sound of trains.I didn't hear cars, did hear an owl and wind, and wolves. I couldn't tell if they were true wolves or shifters." He apologizes to the shifters.  "So not near a road, but trees." He pauses to look around. "She is given drugged water. I don't know if it is better to let her sleep, or make her stop drinking. Someone was talking, Two males. There are more girls than Alise. He used the plural when he talked about them." Stoney taps his fingers again and looks around the room.

"If we can get our hands on the shifter from the alley, and figure out a remote farm or home within sound of railroad tracks, we can narrow the search."

Stoney sits back, listening to the others. Shifters are already out hunting in pairs. Cell phones click open and calls are made to the groups, asking for input. A possible farm, near railroad tracks, large enough for wolves, far enough from the road that no cars are heard... and about twenty miles from town.

Ob nods and slips up the stairs. He stands in the doorway to Pandora's room and opens himself to her power. He moves no closer, as to let them cast in their method. The strength of their spells spike, and Ob lets it flow through him, easing the energies flow. His hair lifts on an unseen wind, the jeweled colors sparkling with the magic.