<blockquote><div><cite>Rihyan wrote:</cite>...unless she's in there, she isn't here.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>"...Yeah." Chrrou all but inaudibly agrees, his voice wavering between worry and frustration. As he nears the door, he briefly recoils at the strong scent.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Mindy wrote:</cite>~...<span style="font-style: italic">Chrrou, do you think you can track her by scent, like you did with Ge-</span>~</div></blockquote><br/><br/>~<span style="font-style: italic">By scent or by tracks, I'll try,</span>~ the mouse answers, shrugging off the occasional glances of predatory interest, ~<span style="font-style: italic">as long as whatever that </span>smell<span style="font-style: italic"> is doesn't ruin my nose...</span>~ Tracking calls for speed, and speed calls for a shape other than his present body, but habit keeps him from changing his shape until they're outdoors. Obedient to Mindy's suggestion to hold on, he pauses with Heshaar, turning to regard Nocke with a rueful smile. He only wishes he could share the treant's enthusiasm.