She pushed herself as hard as she could, running as fast as possible on two legs as she could. Ignoring the icy burn enveloping her lungs, she pushed on, only stopping when she did come across the clearing. The snow there was stained red, more pools of crimson than pure white. Her eyes scanned the bodies, looking at each face. Not seeing the one that was so familiar, she calmed slightly.<br/><br/>Hearing the running footsteps of Karren and Brandt coming to a stop behind her, she ignored them, trying to reach out to find Warren. The sound of more gunshots not far away took her attention before she could find him. Before she knew it, she was taking off again, shifting as she ran into the trees.<br/><br/>In her wolf form, Kai ran faster, harder, following the sound of the shots. She ran right through not one, not two, but three small groups of downed men, not stopping to see if any of them were Warren. By the time she passed the last group of dead shifters, her white paws were bloody and crusted with crimson snow. But she didn't care.<br/><br/>Suddenly she came to a stop among the trees, panting softly, eyes wide. Not twenty, thirty yards from her, was a massive white beast, his fur muddied with brown spots, his back to her. Such a familiar figure. Hesitating for just a moment, she finally let out a sound somewhere between a whine and a low howl, wanting to get his attention. Kai didn't know what state of mind he was in, but if it was anything like the one back at the cabin before Karren and Brandt found them...she didn't want to approach him too quickly.