Cyrus ran through the forest, feeling more wild and free than he felt in a very long time. Eventually, he tired of the hunt and returned to his camp, putting on his clothes and packing up his campsite. He decided to head to the city, figuring he would dick around for a little while. The walk to the city wasn't too far. It took him maybe an hour to walk there. What he saw was an absolutely bewildering sight. The iron gates were just... blown open. "Magic, maybe?" Cyrus said out loud. He looked down at the ground. There was a spent torch. "Let's see who you are..." Cyrus smelled the torch until he got a good idea about the person who held it, who was presumably the person who blew down the gate.<br/><br/>He carefully walked through the opening. He wasn't going to change. Not just yet. But he kept that option in his back pocket just in case. He took a deep whiff of the night air. He smelled fear. It was intoxicating. It smelled good. Sweet. Like a light, flowery perfume. But he smelled a few distinct scents that were different than the others; they lacked fear. Then, he caught the scent that was on the torch. That was probably who he was looking for. "There you are..." He ran towards the his target, hiding behind the nearest building once he felt like he was close. He took a peek at the person. They didn't look dangerous. He stepped out of the shadows and approached Zayn. "Good evening. You're out late."