A frowned crossed the male's tan face and he let out a slow breath as she dug into the cake. He was losing her interest and he had no idea if he could get it back with his persistence. Silence filled the room and the two ate and Crow finished off half of the loaf he had bought before his companion beat its head against the window of the shop. The male jerked around to see and he cursed under his breath. Kara wouldn't come into town unless danger was near. The poor bird was panicked as she continued to hit the window with her side to get his attention.<br/><br/>"I suppose you're right." He chimed to disrupt the quiet of the bakery as he got to his feet and walked to the door. "Trouble tends to follow me though. I don't think going home will make it any easier." He grinned. "Enjoy the cake," he turned to the baker, "and thank you again for the bed." The male then walked out of the building and the bird landed on his shoulder, her right wing pointed to the south. He nodded in understand and he sprinted off in the other direction, placing a hand in his pocket to grasp a square of a wolf's pelt.<br/><br/>The male's face morphed and elongated into a muzzle while his spine receded and brought him to all fours on the foggy atmosphere. His black hair lightened into a brown and his body was soon covered in course fur. His fingers shrunk and padding forced its way through his skin while his feet became the same paws his hands were. Within a couple of minutes he had shifted into a timber wolf, Kara flying just out of reach of him while he changed.<br/><br/>Feeling a little arrogant in his new form, he took in a breath and leaned his head back and let out a loud howl that rang through the city, no doubt hitting the hunters ears before he ran faster to the north to get away. They had made this a fun game of tag for a long while and even if it meant the boy had to run and never settle down, he got to see new sights and sounds in his travels. He always made sure to give them a calling card though. He didn't want them to feel like they had made a wrong turn. Just that they were too loud before pouncing.<br/><br/>________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>Bryce ran a hand through his auburn hair as he stood on the hill with his comrade. A scowl settling on his face as he tried to see through the dense fog in the village. The witch they had been hunting had made her way into this dank town and they were down playing games. "Should we split up and see if we can cut her off before she tries to leave town? She's escaped our sights before." Bryce cared little about the petty little magic user who escaped them for a few days. His sights were on finding the warlock Julia was after. The rumors of the powerful creature that could possess whatever animal he wished and had used it to kill the younger of the monastery was unacceptable.<br/><br/>The male crossed his arms over his chest and narrowed his eyes into the fog as he thought about the case. Julia had put him on it weeks ago and took him off for this dainty flower of a witch because she thought he wasn't ready for the challenge when they knew little about the warlock's power. He didn't care.<br/><br/>On cue a howl rang out to the open sky as his teammate stood to head down the hill. Bryce ran down careful not to trip over his own feet. "He's here!" He called to Caleb, dark brown eyes filled with determination to catch this animal possessing warlock, his other mission far from his mind.