<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/18/%5E0F8DB8EF0ABA58288E2BF177AE1807F9D5648E9E7743370419%5Epimgpsh_fullsize_distr.jpg)</div>As the Fox watched the boats, she was jostled, and a lithe young man bounded away a purse jingling in his hands.  "Hey!" Winter Fire called out as she watched the thief sprint from boat to boat, her fist erupting in flame as she took aim, she could hit him. Scanning the path he would have to take she saw he would have to jump from one boat to another to make landfall. Just as she thrust her hand forward preparing to release and catch the bastard midleap, her elbow was grabbed by her sister.<br/>"What if you miss?" that was all she had said, but she was off, chasing the man. Lithe and sure of herself in action, she could not match the sure-footed bounding of the thief's egress. The two followed as the rogue dashed ahead. Shouts of anger, and laughter as the two struggled with the watery path before they too leaped to the streets. Down an alley they followed the thief, and through a door. The man was gone. Fox looked through the hall to the tap room of an inn, many were laughing and pointing out the front door, and as the two women made it to the door, the man was gone. No sign in the busy street out front.<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bd/%5E846E518B1481611CD008024DF9F2F1C7B2480FC20110854ECB%5Epimgpsh_fullsize_distr.jpg)</div>Arctic Fox huffed and placed her hands on her hips. Where she found her purse, the man had only bumped her, that was not her purse that he had run with. She turned to Winter, lifting the pouch and listening to it jingle, "And what if you had hit?" A man in a hurry, would have been blasted for bumping a girl. He was no thief. The Fox turned to the counter, "Let's get a drink, then find a job." A buxom waitress stepped between them and the bar, waving them to a seat.<br/>"<strong>Welcome to Warahna's Grace Inn, what be you having today?</strong>" The older barmaid had a twinkle in her eye that spoke of having caught the kids doing something embarrassing, but she said nothing. Arctic Fox followed the barmaid, vowing silently to apologize to the blue clad runner when next they met. She fixed his image in her mind like nailing it to the wall. Even as his features tried to run like paint in the rain, automatically she was calculating the length of his nose, distance between his eyes, arc of his cheek bones, shift of his body shoulder to hip as he ran. She would be on the lookout for this one.<br/>Gazing back over their shoulder, a smoldering flame crawled up her as through a cottonball, though none of her hair actually singed. She would remember him as well, but for other reasons. They had been out of the way, her sister had been distracted, but not in any path. He had not bumped her by accident, this was all a bit too... what? Fixed, trapped. She had not been about to fry an innocent. She just didn't know his crime, yet.