Well.  Wasn't that a shame.  They had decided to run instead of immediately surrendering.  If they'd done the latter, then there was at least the chance they would have gotten off easy.  But oh no.  They ran.  And running away means my Wolf kicks in full and I<em>chase</em>the fleeing spy across the roof.  I can<em>feel</em>myself surging forward, the same abilities that let me travel along the side of the building in pursuit.  As I close in, my arms reach out and I sink both hands into his shoulders, yanking hard to stop him in his tracks.<br/><br/>I put him to the ground, and then stare into his face.  "You shouldn't run from Wolves, boy.  We have a disturbing tendency to chase those that run from us, and then all bets are off."