<em>(sorry.. missed the last part about where the trail lead)</em><br/>Mylanna sorts through the varied scents until she is satisfied she has identified the nature of the one responsible, "an elf, male.. werewolf..."  She leaves the building, heading east towards the Temple District, pausing every so often to make sure she was still on the trail.  Following the scent towards the small house, she pauses again... the trail lead straight to the house.  Knowing her skills at range would be of little use, and thinking the fight would be in close quarters, she sighs and lets her pack, bow, and quivers slip to the ground.  Undoing her sword belt, that follows the other item to the ground.<br/><br/>She was not happy with what she was about to do, but knew she could not meet him in melee as she currently was, and turns to her companions and says quietly, "he's inside the house... where in my current form I would be of little use... only by changing could I hope to face him in close quarters combat..."  Holding the waistband of her baggy pants, she releases the slip knot tat holds them up.  She takes a deep breath and exhales slowly as she shifts to hybrid form.  It was a measure of whatever raining she had that she kept her voice quiet as her body is remade, growing in height and girth.  She knows the others are there with her, but she does not look at them.  She points to the door, then herself, the mimes breaking it down.  Unless one of the others makes a move to stop her, she counts down with her claws, 3-2-1.  At one she charges the door, launching herself at it with the intent to crash through it.