<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/XJroK22.jpg)</div><strong>Barir bin Yasha</strong>- Appearance 3, Black stain of Diablerie in his aura for those with who succeed on Auspex II roll<br/><hr/>Was he out of his league here? At the change in his perceptions, he froze, and retreated back a little, trying to stay as much within the cover and darkness as possible. His cheap, tiny plastic phone from the 90s when the trend was still to get smaller and smaller with monochrome colors beeped quietly as he switched to the address book, and called one of the few numbers he had on there. The Sheriff. "Sheriff Reyes," he whispered quietly into the phone upon reaching her before filling her in on the situation. "Tracks leaving the campsite, into the nearby river. I was able to follow them where they left it, going into the trees and... changing. Gangrel, Tzimisce, some sort of were-creature... we're dealing with a shifter of some sort here, I'm pretty sure of it. This was almost definitely no 'accidental' animal attack," he murmurs quietly, keeping his voice down as he reports his findings to her.<br/><br/>"I was following the tracks that have changed back by now into Human ones. They seem to be heading in a straight line to... somewhere. What do you recommend?" he asks, hoping for advice. "I spoke with a Mr. Morgan at the Elysium who mentioned that if I happen to have any dealings with Werewolves to contact him to stop any... misunderstandings from occurring. Would you recommend calling him? If so I'll need his number," he said, remembering with shame the rise of the Beast and almost being unable to control it. Still, he needed to keep his mind on the task at hand now. "Also, should I continue following the tracks? Something feels... off. I don't think I've been detected yet, so it might be worthwhile to continue on a little longer. What are your thoughts on the situation?" he asks. Hopefully things wouldn't go pear-shaped, but if they did he'd rather someone "back there" knew of his predicament.<br/><br/>He was doubly glad now that he had gone alone--most of the others agents who travelled with the Sheriff when she brought battle to the Sabbat couldn't match him when it came to remaining hidden, and he doubted that strength in numbers would win them the answers they needed today. No, better that he was alone now, could find out what he could, and return as quickly as his feet could carry him while remaining undetected.