Mylanna ignored the guards reaction.  She as concerned about Lars, concerned that he might have been exposed to the lycanthrope curse.  The rest of her attention was focused on tracking down the lycan responsible for all the attacks, fearing that if not caught soon, he migt find a true innocent to harm.  At the friendly slap to her shoulder, and the distinct scent of bear, Mylanna cocks her head to the side in surprise.  Of all things she might have expected.. he was certainly not one of them.<br/><br/>She follows the Sunite with ease in her Boots of Springing and Striding, knowing that time was important, but also that she might need to do more than just run.  As they came to the Trade Office, she slow, looking at the damage, choking back th emotions of knowing what her friend had gone through.  Her eyes close slightly and she gives a subtle shiver as Yuria kisses her forehead, feeling the warmth spread through her.  She nods her head to Yuria as she takes the steps and pauses at the entrance to the office.  She first looks for tracks, trying to figure out anything she can of the creature that attacked Lars.  Then she lowers herself to the splatters of blood, sniffing them (Survival Roll= 19 total).