Lianth's expression contorted in disgust when he found the puddle of puke. His nose confirmed it was Jack's, but it also made the smell that much worse and Lianth passed on quickly. Jack's trail was a bit easier to follow after that - though the rain made scent tracking nearly impossible, the mud helped and he could tell by the length of the strides between the footprints that Jack was walking now. It was merely a matter of time...