And doing so wouldn't have been difficult.  In fact, with her hearing and sense of sight and smell it wouldn've been a cakewalk, because although the orgy had gone mobile, it was still very much in progress, and both the scent and visual trails, as well as the continued lustfilled, whorrish moans were easy enough to follow.  Spatters of cum trickled along the streets as the still rampantly bouncing teenager rode Jazen for all she was worth, moaning in pain and pleasure as his steady precum drooling cock slowly continued to stretch her already bulging belly.  Meanwhile, the two fucktoys attatched to the wolves were in a similar boat, though the wolves, who had no interest in restraining themselves, had filled their two girls with a considerably larger amount of their wolven sperm.  The scent, too, was practically visible, Jazen's masculine musk permeating the air in a near straight line, mixed with the powerful, primal scents of male and female juices, as well as blood.   After a lengthy chase, it seemed that the pack had finally slowed down and found itself a place to rest.   Jazen sat with his back against one wall, panting lightly as his cockslut rested comfortably in his lap, temporarily exhausted from her exhuberant efforts, her thighs coated with cum and her own clear juices.   The two girls he had been carrying where huddled together with the other four, who had tentatively dismounted from the wolves, who once again took up a vested interest in their cockwarmers.  They prowled about, maintaining a perimeter to their little resting spot, their frequent movements jostling the pregnant looking, cum swollen women back and forth on their iron hard wolfdicks, sending their sultry moans into the air as Jazen's ears and eyes perked, keeping watch.