Chrrou might hear the speech and laughter from around the side of the building, but it's tuned out in favor of the signs that pertain to Geno. For a couple seconds, the mouse perches on the tips of his toes, twitching nose pointed upward, until his survey of the scent points him onward, downward... and leaves him gazing dully at the layered set of north-leading tracks.<br/><br/>"Rihyan!" Chrrou's ears are anxiously tucked, and his paw-twitching especially pronounced. "It looks like he went..." A trembling finger meanders northward, and the mousefolk scowls. "Do you see him that way? ...Heshaar'll have to wait in the stables, there's no time..." The druid stands poised like a hound, waiting on the centaur's word to begin the pursuit, brow furrowed in keen concentration. The possible need for haste, after all, rules out the possibility of his continuing to rely on his little mousy legs for conveyance.<br/><br/>In the meantime, he glares at the canid tracks, but doesn't bring them up; they hardly seem relevant. He can't imagine that Geno went off with their owner on some whim, and even were he to imagine that Geno might have been 'hunting', even Geno's eyes aren't THAT much bigger than his stomach. Chrrou would wager that the paths will diverge before they find their friend.<br/><br/>{Query 1: Sashi coming also, right?}<br/>{Query 2: Two ten-hour spells were cast by Chrrou at the beginning of the day's travel; would they have worn off? If so, while he's waiting, he'll cast his other Greater Magic Fang; he likes to keep it up most all the time.}