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Anticipation prickled across her itching skin, Pandora fought the urge to run blindly after Deidre and nodded when Canon gave her direction. As soon as he stopped talking, Pandora took off towards the left flank—nearly lopping as she jumped clear over obstacles, and made sure to look to her sides to make sure she wasn't bypassing her friends. Silently winding around fallen trees, stumps and snagging branches, she paid no attention to anything whipping across her face or tugging at her hair. They needed to get to Deidre as quickly as possible and make sure she was safe. Being a necromancer with heightened abilities, they didn't know when her powers would accidentally activate. Even without the Lyle House tailing them, they needed to be careful where they were. Bodies could be anywhere, and pose as problems both to their supernatural world and humans alike.

“I smell it!' Pandora called back, sniffing the air as she ran. Already, sweat clung to the back of her neck and she knew it wasn't just from running. She'd tried her best to get out of everyones' hair when she was experiencing her changes, even Canon's, and sloughed off her pain as to not worry anyone—but she couldn't help but run headlong through the woods, vaulting off of debris before catching her feet again. Right now wasn't a good time. Slowing down to a cautious jog, the next scent caught her nose and she crinkled it in response. Not good. Nimbly hiding behind a fallen tree, she gestured for Ori to come up beside her unless she'd found her own hiding spot. She could smell the lead belonging to the police officers weapons and looked towards Canon and Ori, confusion dancing in her dark eyes. Who found them? Itching her arm without abandon, another familiar scent drifted to her nose and she stared at the ground, then where her friends were squatted. Canon. She began mouthing something before she swung her head towards the police officers, ducking her head lower and muttering something under her breath.

“Don't move.” Pandora mouthed towards Canon, a clear warning that she didn't want him running around in his Changed state. Anyone totting guns catching sight of a wolf after seeing a fallen man would assumed the worst—and kill it, werewolves weren't invincible to bullets. Hopefully the tree would provide enough cover for him to Change, and if not, she'd think of something. Looking up from her spot behind the fallen tree, she caught sight of a bewildered Deidre running a few yards ahead of the policemen. Waving her hand in the direction of Deidre, she mouthed for Ori to follow her while she circled around the policemen, picking her way carefully. This was when she stumbled into a run, heading towards Deidre until she caught up to her. Panting, she caught hold of Deidre's hand and pulled her behind another tree. “S-Send him back, Dei. He's coming!”