"Won't come out on your own eh?" said the wolf, wondering what he could do to get them to come out. Then he decided it wasn't worth it to coax anyone out of hiding, so he got down on al fours, and took a deep breath through his nose, filling it with the scents of the room. Oddly there were man scents that seemed fresh, yet weak at the same time. They were overlaying the usual smells of the class he knew, but there wasn't enough to be more the a faint trail.<br/><br/>"Well now, that's an interesting trick, but it's not going to save you," Beowulf told whoever was hiding. An advantage of being raised by a feral, he was taught to hunt from a very young age, and as faint as the trail was, it was still there, and sniffing at the air, he started to follow it toward Mr. Ard's desk.