Ruki had locked onto that scent now, and she smelled Jacky Featherstone the Eromancer in this wolf creature.  She scaled the nearest building, scampering up it with a swiftness the most agile monkeys would be jealous of, her claws sinking easily into the cracks in concrete or brick, her powerful muscles propelling her quickly up the wall.  She hauled herself to the top of the roof and looked around.  She knew exactly where she was now - had lived in the city for decades and knew every nook and cranny of the place.  She made her way towards the last place she smelled him, leaping from rooftop to rooftop with long bounds that carried her about thirty-five feet at a time.  When it came to moving, not many could out-move Ruki, and she proved that daily when chasing down her meals.  Soon she'd caught his scent again and zeroed in until she could slow her pace and simply jog along the rooftops beside the fleeing wolf, waiting until she could get much closer to commit to any kind of action.  After all, this didn't look at all like Jacky, though through her eyes the aura was very similar.  Similar, but different - it might not have been him, but either way she was going to find out.  Why give up now?