After a while, Vorrin zoned in on Ari's scent and followed it to what he could only assume was her house. He smiled a bit, happy to be soon seeing a familiar face. Vorrin knocked on the door, and then awaited a response. It was very hard not to go to the butcher's shop, the fresh meat and blood was like candy to his senses, but he decided against it, figuring that her explanation of what happen in the woods was more important than feeding. Vorrin was patiently waiting for her to answer her door.