Exton

The Tavern door opens and a head peeks around the edge. It is the smallest of the college boys. He motions to Ob, looking over at Stoney. He whispers to Ob then slips out, Ob close on his heels.

The alley is dark, barely lit. Figures are low, close to the ground, at the window, at an area a little further up the alley. There is a soft growl as someone picks up a scent and begins to follow it down the alley. Ob barely picks up the voices.

Ron, the fox, turns a worried face to Ob. "There were two cars. She was put in the one up there." He points to the spot where another fox was sniffing. 'The one down there has two more scents. Both have touches of Jean-Marc."

Ob growls. They left in cars. Once those cars hit the roadways, their scents are gone.

"There is good news." Ob watches the fox as he smiles. "We recognize one scent. He is clanless, has been living on the fringes of the clans. We have people searching for him now, checking his haunts."