As the duo makes their sweep along the active roadway dividing two rows of warehouses, the first couple of minutes only yields the mundane thoughts of workers going about their jobs with varying degrees of contentment (or lack thereof) in regards to their duties.  The civic legionnaire on patrol passes by feeling a strong sense of lethargy and abstracted thought as a result of working the same old beat for the umpteenth time now.  Inside the warehouses are a considerably high number of simple minds all competing with one another over food or sex, but not a sentient thought among them.<br/><br/>It isn’t until you reach the alleyway after the third warehouse in the line that your perception locks onto a mind that is radiating an intense level of emotions.  Focusing on this mind amongst the din of dozens of petty minds is as easy as spotting a bonfire amongst a row of candles.  At the point where you would expect there to be resistance to external intrusion, you find that your perceptions are practically welcomed into the thoughts as though the mind was seeking an audience.  You become instantly aware of a sense of desperate need for help and yet a hesitance to seek it, all accompanied by feelings of dread, sorrow, hopelessness, and wrought iron determination despite all that.<br/><br/>Once this source is brought to Michael’s attention, an observant gaze down the shady alleyway reveals a wolf of unnatural coloration (http://s67.photobucket.com/user/masta_loki/media/1322379846_lostda_luke_feral.jpg.html) that is clearly seeking something.  No sooner had the rogue looked upon it than its gaze would have locked with his, attentive in a way that suggested more intelligence that one would expect from a wild animal.  In that moment Salnius’ perceptions would have detected the urgent message within the wolf’s mind.<em>Please, understand me, you must help!  She needs help, we need to stop the bad men from hurting her!</em>The animal shifts uncertainly, whimpering by way of expressing need in a way that he would hope the onlookers would understand before barking once and turning to trot a few paces away before looking back over his shoulder.  The audible bark would have been accompanied by the thought:<em>Follow me, we need to hurry!  You have to understand me.</em>