Wren stood back up, "The sounds are moving off, probably a good 40 or 50 or 60 feet... or more." She looked across the drain and back at the others, "Whatever they are, they don't seem to know that we're here... Go ahead and send the flying cat ahead. We'll want to know what kind of human dines on livin g rat before we trip over them."<br/><br/>She grinned then, "Grilled rat isn't too bad, but raw is a different story. Someday, I'll make you my imfamous weed rat stew."<br/><br/>She would give the familiar a couple of minutes to scout, then begin along the path. "We may have our kidnappers."