Mag moves along after hir prey, though she has to go slower now, that crash having disoriented hir. Shi'd never been anywhere except in hir holding cell, or the dungeons, to eat the rats that came to feast on the prisoners kept there. Shi slithers along, trying to discern the scents about, tongue flickign about. Lots of blood, from random furs and humans all over the place, car exhaust, smoke, the ozone like smell of hirself, and there, finally, the smell of hir prey. Shi's lost alot of ground, but curls up again, and follows the trail, relentless as the tides.