~<span style="font-style: italic">Alright,</span>~ the druid assents, talons digging in against the street as he does his best to curb his impatience. ~<span style="font-style: italic">If I am difficult to ride, Heshaar can carry you. I would just lift you, but it would distract me from the scent...</span>~ The megaraptor's<span style="font-style: italic">arms</span>, after all, are less than suitable for the purpose. When he feels Alyssa's weight settle upon his back, he gives a sinuous little wriggle as though to test her balance before setting off.<br/><br/>~<span style="font-style: italic">Now... this way,</span>~ the scaly beast directs, keeping Heshaar close at his side as he breaks into a swift dash, head low as he sorts through the mingled city spoor. ~<span style="font-style: italic">...Something... humanlike, with her, now. And then...</span>~ When the megaraptor leads the search-party down the side-path, the increasing scent of blood makes him snarl, especially as Sashi's scent vanishes, replaced by the mustier odor. ~<span style="font-style: italic">Something else. Bad. No rabbit smell anymore. But this thing and the human continue...</span>~ The encroaching odors of the marketplace make Chrrou growl in displeasure, but he continues nonetheless, relying on his and his companions' intimidating stature to keep their path clear as he distills their quarry's odor from the miasma.<br/><br/>[Survival check is 1d20(4)+29 = 33; DC 26; pass by margin of 7, may move at normal speed; Chrrou's movespeed is 70]<br/><br/>The scaled beast slows down considerably as he's forced to pick through the newly-chaotic olfactory melange, but his gait still devours ground at a rate a human would find taxing to match.