Ristina ran with the stallion. It may have been a little hard to keep up at first. But once she pushed herself ...the speed wasn't so hard to keep. The wind swished through her fur. Ruffling it and causeing her to almost want to leap and bound. It had been a while since the last time she opened herself up in this form.<br/>But something caused her to dart around the stallion and she burst her stride just a little faster. Which of course was nearly her limit. The smell she had caught was of death and decay. Not just animal death...but human...And that triggered her instinct. She knew the horse had smeeled it too. But he was obviously use to it. While she herself was not,and that to the fact that her speed was faultering. And in one last attempt she leaped. Landing only about 3 inches in front of the horse. But it was enough for her to growl and allow the hoorse to skid to a stop. There was no speaking involved. Due to the fact that ristina hated to speak once completely intuned with her fox. That does not mean she can't ...just that she prefers not too.<br/>The path had a trail of blood. And from the smell it was recent. She wasn't quite sure where the trail led...but knew that wherever it did lead. It was not good.She didn't know the area well....or to be more precise had not a clue where she was. But she had to guess that the person or thing killed was traveling, and unprepared.<br/>And that led her to believe that something was wrong.........The smell was just too potent.<br/>Ristina shook her head, and pawed at her nose. The smell was definately not wonderful. It smelled like blood....which smelled similar to iron. And she hated iron.