Peggerty knew she was safe, very safe after all it was unlikely those bastards could have kept up with her, and if they had they might have been meeting three dogs rather than two and a surfer chick. However though pleased with her success the irraka was concerned for the incident, she needed to find out if this was a one off or something that was a ‘regular game.’<br/><br/>Either way those men needed to understand what they had done was wrong, they needed to know not to do that again. However even one such as she had to be careful, more so because Peggerty knew she had no pack as yet. She paused for a moment and licked the blood from the board, she had the scent and a trail. The predator was about to become prey. Still as always this predator was no fool, she knew the odds had to be on her side.<br/><br/>Knowing the name was most useful…poor, poor Charlie…<br/><br/>The young woman played with her dogs but began looking for the trail, she had to track them to make sure there would be no other woman that might fall to their ‘charms.’ Tomorrow Charlie might find his life had become very different.<br/>