"Angus gave them a couple of ideas in case they had to leave the duplex," Marcus said. "He brought up a very good point with them, though. Unless James just plain guessed that the pack would still be here, nobody should have known the pack was here at all, much less where to find them on the estate. He's a bit hypervigilant about this one, and maybe he's right to be." He saw Angus decide to head north.
"Clive, go with that one," Fenrir spoke to an extremely tall young ginger man, gesturing towards Edward. "Don't be stupid, and he probably will let you live." The silent young man frowned a moment at Fenrir, not sure he liked the odds that maybe he would live and maybe not. Still, he walked over to Edward, and Marcus took note that Clive stood at least seven or eight inches taller than Edward's 6'5"
"Damn," Marcus told Jack softly. "Do I really want to see what he's like when he transforms? I presume he wouldn't be the first one I ever met that shrank, would he?" He teased. "Ah, well, I'd better go catch up with Angus since Robert wouldn't like it if Angus got eaten. Be careful, you guys." He turned and headed north to find Angus.
Angus and Marcus went quite a distance, and Angus was seeing little tufts of fur. Some was gray, and some was charcoal colored or plain black. Marcus was helping him track when there were some signs. Edward and Clive were working silently for the first ten minutes or so until Edward broke the ice with the lad, telling him that so long as Clive didn't transform and attack him, Edward had no need to slay him just for the practice value of it.
Angus and Marcus went as far north as the cliffs would let them go, then Angus saw some paw prints in the snow. Some looked like wolves, and some looked like something else. Not werewolf, not man. it was weird. Those prints went northwest towards a tall rocky outcropping in the farthest northwest point of the estate.
"What the heck are those prints?" Marcus asked. "Not a wolf, and not a werewolf."
"I dunno," Angus shrugged. "Maybe a hybrid of some sort? I suppose we'll find out if we catch up with it."
"Well, there isn't much more of the estate this way. We're about to run out of ground," Marcus said.
"Nothing but rock. Rock going straight up. We don't get this far hardly ever because the very corner of the estate is just solid rock," Angus said. "We'll have to run into whatever it is, because it'll have to double back really soon now."
"We couldn't hope for just a lost dog, could we?" Marcus teased.