"Damn straight." Ian said, but not in a threatening way. He was on edge and the concern showed through in his voice. Without waiting for the others to organize, Ian was on his way. Not wanting to transform without the need, he bolted as fast as his human-like legs could carry him.<br/><br/>This must have been the reason why he had felt such heavy unease in the air before, as this lycan's scent revealed a bit of fear... and blood. A bleeding were meant only one thing to Ian and he had to get to this unknown kindred of his before they would lose yet another one of his kind.<br/><br/>Even in any of his other forms, Ian was never the fastest, in fact he tended to lag behind. Knowing the others would consent to seek out this new lycan and they could certainly catch up, Ian's main focus right now was reconnaissance. It occurred to him only after he had ran a good distance that Rich might get angry that he had left without his word and Ian did feel a tinge of guilt about it. He most often thought well before he acted, but here in his home and with the distress of another so apparent, he had been suddenly driven into action since he believed that every precious second wasted could mean the end of this one's life.