[Kiel]

Kiel Taskel let his backpack fall to the floor with a heavy thud, wincing as it nicked his toes. Man, that hurt. He hadn't even brought that much with him, planning to have any extra stuff shipped over once he was settled. He'd squashed as many of his clothes (and a few that didn't actually belong to him after raiding Tad's closet) into the pack as possible so he wouldn't have to learn to do the dreaded laundry any time soon, but it wasn't like he was carrying anything that heavy.

He wondered if his mom really had snuck in a tin her cupcakes. He'd wanted to check on the ferry, but even he wasn't about to start flinging underwear all over the place in search of food. Not in public, anyway.

Giving a friendly smile to a bearded man who looked like he'd woken up on the wrong side of the bed six days in a row, Kiel looked around, ice-blue eyes bright with interest. So. This was Elysia's capital. Pretty fancy, at least compared to what he was used to. But, man, he was pretty sure he was standing on someone's face or something. Lifting his feet to gawk at the mosaic tiling of the square around the portal, he grinned. Laces would freak when she heard about this. She'd be so jealous, haha.

“Hey, watch where you're standing, kid!”

Jostled as someone erupted out of the portal bare inches away, Kiel backed up a step, kicking his pack along with him. If the woman had stayed to chat, he would have asked her where he could get a cheap meal and a bed, in that order. Man, he was hungry. But she elbowed him aside and disappeared into the crowd, leaving him with his mouth hanging open like a dork.

Shrugging it off, Kiel bent to retrieve his pack, shrugging it onto a shoulder and adjusting its weight until he could carry it without having to lean over for counterbalance. Food. For sers, he was so hungry. He'd scarfed the last of his snacks hours ago and he was pretty sure if he didn't get something down him soon, he'd waste away.

[Lani]

Lani was by no means lost. Of course not. To imply such a thing would be an insult to her, her family and....yeah. She was totally lost. Like one-hundred percent. censored. Hrmm. Was there anyway to salvage the situation? Glancing around she jumped with excitement, it was....A BAKED CORN STAND! Corn was so yellow, juicy, the butter dripping over the corn, the large unhealthy amounts of salt that could be put onto it...the purpose for a baked corn stand eluded her, but at this moment she didnt care that she was lost, or running around, because by Xanth, there was corn!

After aquiring said corn, she sat down a few feet away from the stand, nomming corn happily and blowing hair out of her face, as hair was not as tasty as corn. She was wearing a plain black tophat that had been acquired from a corner stand and she felt fairly snazzy, what in her ripped jeans and Aerosmith t-shirt. And in that moment, she knew that this day, this corn, this moment was the best thing that couldve happened to her.

(ooc: ask me to edit if you dont like it, )

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[Kiel]

Kiel stood there forever. Like, he was pretty sure it was forever, anyway. His stomach thought his throat had been cut. Which was just, like, annoying. But he'd been trying to ignore it so he could get someone to point him in the right direction. He didn't feel like walking his feet off to explore, he was already exhausted and so hungry.

But after, like, a week of being blown off, he just couldn't deal with the stomach grumbles anymore, so he rolled his eyes, used the end of his forefinger to push the brim of his hat further back on his head, and went a-wandering.

Didn't take him long to sniff out the food, and he started salivating just at the thought of stuffing his face. Both hands patting down his many pockets in search of his wallet, he instead unearthed a Hello Kitty pen that he immediately shoved back in with a cursory, paranoid glance around him for fear of someone spotting it. He couldn't remember why he had Chlo's pen, but they weren't exactly easy to come by back at the farm so he'd best make sure he sent it back soon or she'd run away from home just to clobber him.

Recommencing the search as he shrugged his backpack to the other shoulder, he found a bit of fluff that he flicked off the end of his finger and, well, he wasn't entirely sure what that was or even what it used to be.

He eventually found his wallet in the knee pocket on his left leg, triumphantly ripping it up into the air then casting the same paranoid look around him as he brought it close into his chest protectively. Fishing out a few xanthos, he shoved the closed wallet into his right hip pocket and promptly forgot about it.

All the while, his nose had been leading him towards a food stand which, among other things, was selling baked corn. Kiel drooled a little bit.

But now he was stuck for choice, and so tempted to go for one of everything. Back home, he would have, too. Except now, his "allowance" had to pay for more than just clothes and snacks. So, he played eenie meenie minie mo with himself, then again because it came up on kebab and he couldn't afford to make a mess of himself until he found some motherly type who didn't mind doing his laundry.

Settling on couple of skewers of chicken, he paid the guy with a grin and almost stabbed himself in the eye with one of the sticks as he nibbled on the other, side-stepping the cart in search of a place to kick back while he ate and got his bearings. The second he turned around, he spotted a top hat and forgot his meal mid-bite, darting forward to ogle it. Noticing the girl under the hat as he skidded to a stop in front of her, he grinned, waving his skewers around absently.

“Awesome hat, man!” He wasn't big on novelty stuff for himself because he preferred wearing real hats like his, but they were totally cool to look at. The girl wearing it must have some serious brass, though.

“Haha, you should, like, put a rabbit in there or something. For sers!” He giggled around a mouthful of chicken, nibbling from the skewer as he let his pack slide from his shoulder. He almost skewered his mouth as he had to jerk his foot out of the way again. Man, he should be better at that by now, the number of times he'd killed his toes on the trip here.

[Ruairi]

Ruairi's jaw dropped. He'd lived in near-seclusion with his parents until he was sent off to make his own way in the world. Sure, he'd seen other Therians, and of course he knew of the existence of the other races, but he'd just never seen so many people in one place at one time. It was very apparent that Ruairi'd reached the capital, where his parents had sent him. The man turned a slow circle, taking in the hustle and bustle of the square. A savory scent reached his nostrils and his stomach growled loudly.

His emerald eyes scanned the myriad stalls. It rankled his nose, but the baked corn was the closest stand to him. What Ruairi wanted was meat, glorious bloody meat, and lots of it, but he'd settle for what he could get under the circumstances. He skimmed his hand through his hair, then strode quietly toward the stand. A girl extended a piece of corn, and, observing the size of the food, he spoke in a smooth baritone voice, "Two.. no, three, please, Miss." She told him the amount he owed, which he dug from his pack and handed her before taking the baked corn from her.

Barely supressing a line of spittle from running down his jaw, he moved away from the vendor and settled himself on his haunches not too far from a young lady around his age (he supposed) and a seemingly obnoxious man. Turning his head away from the pair, he let his eyes roll at the man's behavior and near to stuffed the corn down his gullet. He then turned back to the pair. "H'lo, Sir, Miss."

[Lani]

Lani was fairly pleased to eat the delicious piece of fruit. Wolfing it down, she licked her lips, the salt from the corn stinging slightly against them. Setting the corn on the ground next to her with a satasfied smile, she stretched her arms out before relaxing her body relaxing onto her back legs in a familar animal like pose. The crowd around her wasnt that interesting, but she was having fun using her sense of smell to guess what species people where. There where a whole bunch of arguing Anyeli, as well as a few nervous looking Dracovari.

Overall, nothing too interesting. Damn. She sighed, glancing around, when out of seemingly nowhere, a large, tall man with bright blue eyes and for an instant her gaydar was set off, but only for in instant. Seemed like a false alarm more than anything. He giggled in a rather un-manly way and then commented about her hat. Giving a returning little giggle, she said: "Would, but I already got a pretty good magic trick up my sleeve." After all, how many people could change into a wolf, even a baby one?

There was her dad, and cousins, and like half the shifters that she knew....but excluding them, there wheren't that many of them. She could make a badass magician. That, and the outfits where snazzy. The other guy who she hadnt noticed said hi, and she gave a little wave "Yo."

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[Kiel]

Practically inhaling the rest of his first skewer, Kiel started to toss it aside thoughtlessly, catching himself at the last second and carefully tucking it into a knee pocket. He paused with his mouth open, ready to start in on the second, when the girl's retort registered. “Wait, you're a magician? For sers? That's awesome, show me a trick!” Blue eyes bright, he bounced on his toes, gaze darting to the redhead on his approach. The guy was only a couple of inches taller than Kiel, but man, he wanted muscles like that. He'd been working out, but he still wasn't all that toned which just, like, totally blew.

He refused to believe Tad and Ray when they told him that he'd never get muscles, though. He was joining the Reds, he had to bulk up!

“Hey, that's a cool accent. Like, where are you from?” Easily skipping trains of thought, he skipped right back to the girl magician as if he'd never left. “This chick was just, like, about to show us a magic trick, right?” Nodding enthusiastically, he stuffed his mouth and grinned - remembering to keep his mouth shut so he didn't squick them out - waiting for her to do something spectacular or funny with her hat. He really hoped she pulled a rabbit out of there, that'd be, like, a world of awesome right there.

[Juliana]

Juliana walked into the town centre, carrying a pair of frayed sandals in her hand. She had spent the earlier part of the day in the forest, which didn't necessitate wearing shoes, but eyeing the gravel covering the floor, she thought it best to have some kind of protection on her feet. After the peacefulness and tranquility of the forest, this place sure seemed busy, with people zipping out of portals left, right and centre. Narrowly avoiding being hit by an onslaught of people, she staggered into the centre of the square, and stood, hands on hips, looking around to try and get her bearings.

The first thing Juliana noticed was a baked corn stand, and it was only now that she realised her hunger, her stomach growling in assent. Rummaging in her purse, she discovered a couple of spare xanthos, and money in hand she strode out to buy some corn, only to be met by a small obstacle. Three obstacles, to be exact - two guys and a girl, evidently deep in some extremely interesting conversation, which unfortunately happened to be taking place right in front of the baked corn stand. They might have intimidated a lesser person, but Juliana had no qualms about talking to strangers, and without breaking a step walked up to them.

'Um, excuse me, but I'd like to buy some corn, if you don't mind?' A raised eyebrow further emphasised her point, and lifting up her long dress she skirted neatly around the chatting trio. After buying her corn, she sat on a nearby bench, tucking her knees under herself. Hot butter dripped down her chin, and she wiped it away without looking, her eyes unabashedly fixed on the trio.

[Elias]

Several perfectly unsuspecting wallet-holders stood innocently, right in front of one of Elysia’s few baked corn stands. Instead of picking out every aristocrat in sight, Elias had decided that he would take a far less violent route by simply going after anybody with a single xanthai. Between the obnoxious ‘Varian and the three Therians, Elias noted that he had his pick of the litter.

However, Elias found that it was far easier to watch the ‘Varian’s wallet go back into his right front pocket, and the fact that he seemed to preoccupied with himself and the Therian to whom he spoke made him the perfect target. Standing nearly twenty feet away, Elias confirmed that there weren’t enough onlookers to spot him, and promptly adjusted his hood over his head—after all, how many Elysians could track a man whose face they couldn’t clearly see?

Elias started at a slow pace which quickly picked up, and as he briskly strode toward the stand, Elias made an abrupt turn just to “accidentally” bump into his right shoulder. At that moment, his damaged hands went to work; recently, Elias’ hands had been brutally picked at by a winged rodent, and ever since he’s had to keep his hands in bandages, waiting for the wounds to heal over.

Regardless, Elias ignored the searing pain in order to make a more precise pull, and by the time his hand would come out, he’d merely stumble back and act as if it had all been some kind of horrible accident. While Elias wasn’t Elysia’s finest actor, or even an expert conman, he could still lay it on pretty thick.

“Oh, excuse me my friend! I must watch where I’m walking, next time.”

[Lani]

Lani hesitated for a moment. She wasnt really good enough at shifting for it to not take five minutes, and she knew it was only really impressive if it was under a minute. Crap. Did she know any magic tricks? Other then the 'magic' of her shifting, not really. Except for a few card tricks that pretty much everyone knew. Oh well, she'd just have to tell the guy she couldnt do magic tricks. But he looked so excited!

"Can't do it now, gotta have more energy, sorry." She said insted, and the little bit of guilt at not being able to do it was one hundred percent true. When the woman interrupted them it was a relief, and she gratiously took a step back so that she could get through. "Sorry!" She said, realizing that they where, in fact blocking the stand, and preventing people from getting the yellow gold. Scooting a few steps back so that she was out of the way, she noticed the other shifter hadnt been talking. Hrrm. That was weird.

She was still thinking when the guy pretty much ran into......what was his name? Whoa. Rude much. Her nose was a little sensitive and the guy smelled awful. She tried and succeeded in not gagging, but it was pretty tough. Damn wolf senses. Keeping her face the same, she tried REALLY HARD not to let it be obvious that she noticed the smell. She gave him a little wave and tried to look friendly. "Hola."

(ooc: if the wolf bit is too much I can edit)

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[Ruairi]

At the nymph's words, Ruairi got to his feet and moved aside. He watched her as she purchased her own meal and seated herself, then turned back to Magic Girl and Blue Eyes. He was just in time to watch a seedy-looking guy jostle into Blue Eyes. It looked very suspicious to Ruairi, but he didn't say anything, just narrowed his eyes as the new guy spoke. His whole self rubbed Ruairi the wrong way.

Anyway. It was a feeling that alerted Ruairi. He'd spent quite a bit of time as a human, and this feeling was telling him his time as such was running short, and if he didn't want something to happen, possibly something bad, he'd better shift back. Better to be a wolf cub in front of everyone than to end up some odd assortment of wolf and human by ignoring the signs of weakening. Perhaps he could snitch some food from someone if he looked small and cute, too? "Excuse me for a moment," he explained, and quickly dodged behind a tree.

His russet hair turned into russet fur as his body shrunk, covering his body. A tail lengthened out behind him, and though it didn't really hurt, he cringed as his bones shortened and the joints switched themselves around. Some ten minutes later, a small snout with a leathery black nose and the same emerald eyes peeked out from around his hiding spot and he fairly pranced back to the group. He yipped, a sound that was supposed to mean 'I'm back! Sorry about that.'

[Juliana]

The bench had turned out to be the perfect gawping spot for Juliana, and she eagerly watched as a mysterious stranger in a hood bumped into one of the guys. She would have watched further, but her corn was regretfully finished, and she stood up to chuck it into a nearby bin. On returning to her chosen stake-out place, she noticed that the trio of people had suddenly been reduced to two. She scanned the crowd for any sign of the third person, but he had seemed to disappear into thin air. Unless…

From behind a tree a russet-coloured wolf had just dashed out, and was currently encircling the two, letting out a small yip. Juliana paused, brow furrowed, trying to work out whether it was what she thought or whether it was just a stray dog, begging for scraps. Her suspicions were confirmed when she caught a glimpse of the wolf’s eyes, which were a striking emerald green. Well, whaddya know? A small smile played upon her lips and she rose, purposefully striding over to the group.

‘Hi,’ she said, briefly flashing a smile at the wolf. ‘You’re a shifter, right? I couldn’t help noticing...’ She tailed off as she realised she didn’t actually have any other purpose for coming over here, other than an abnormal interest in this group of strangers. Juliana was nothing but not determined, however, and she continued her line of enquiry, this time addressing the whole group. ‘So, are you all shifters? Or just some of you?’

[Kiel]

Kiel was disappointed by the girl's denial, but confused. “Energy? Like, what kind of trick needs energy? I just wanted a rabbit or something, but okay.” Shrugging, he nibbled on the last of his chicken, his mouth wrapped around a particularly juicy piece as a girl asked to get by.

“Oh, like, sure,” he mumbled apologetically, stepping to one side and almost tripping over his pack.

“Ew, what's that smell?” He was lucky that he wasn't still eating when the Zanaryan bumped into him, or he'd have really skewered himself, but, like, woah. That was creepy. “Hey, look, I'm flattered and everything, but I'm not really gay so, like, you can cut that out, you know?” Stepping away from the demon, Kiel was too busy fending off the pass to notice the Zanaryan wasn't actually hitting on him and that his hip pocket was suddenly lighter.

“You're a shifter, right?”

At first, Kiel wasn't sure who the girl was talking to, but followed her gaze to spot a gorgeous little pup coming towards them. “Woah, that's so cute! It's a 'shifter for sers?” He'd been about to pick the puppy up, but the revelation made him stop himself. He wasn't great at impulse control but he didn't want the big guy to swat him when he was human again or, like, piddle on him for revenge or something. He did bend down to offer the puppy the last of his chicken, though, because there was something about puppies - real or not - that just screamed "feed me" to him.

And that's when he realised that his wallet was gone. “Hey!” he yelled in a voice so high-pitched that it broke. “Man, that's totally... Where'd the demon go?” Looking around frantically, he patted himself down just in case he'd put the wallet someplace he couldn't feel. “He took my wallet!”

[Elias]

Elias might have run off and hid away the wallet, and yet the ‘Varian mistakenly pointed out Elias’ pungent odor. Instead, he decided, Elias would begin spending the man’s money immediately, and return him his empty wallet. Immediately, Elias scrambled up the drainage pipe of the nearest building and took a firm stand, holding the ‘Varian’s wallet out like a trophy. The grin plastered on his face was reminiscent of a young child that had just won a raffle, and yet Elias hadn’t even truly won yet.

“My foolish friend, you’re dreadfully mistaken! This is not yours, it’s property of Elias Solanus—Elysia’s master thief!”

With that said, Elias hopped off without looking, and was clothes-lined around the neck by a hanging clothes line. As the disoriented demon groaned and rose, Elias realized that he’d just insulted his very quarry and any potential do-gooders nearby. While they were no gaggle of elite guards or soldiers, they were clearly magical beings of various sorts and skills, and Elias was yet again without a weapon—damaged and aching hands notwithstanding.

“Hohoho!”

Elias’ cry echoed in the air behind him as he attempted to take off, however even he knew that escape was unlikely. While he hadn’t examined each and every member, Elias was fairly sure that a canine Therian was among them.

[Lani]

Lani shrugged her shoulders, and was about to explain when the canine therian came up. "Oh!" She said, immediatly recoginizing his new form via scent and the color of its eyes. That, and hair color tended to turn into the fur/feather color of the animal (in her case, her tattoo showed up as well). But another wolf shifter! She wasnt expecting this! Smiling at the new puppy form, she smiled in understanding. Must be an animal-based if he ran off like that.

"I'm a therian too." She said, answering the new girls question. She tried not to stare for a moment, the girl had some kind of abstract beauty....ahhhhh, she smelled like a nymph, that would explain it. She confused the hell out of other shifter, smelling like a nymph AND a shifter. Harder to track two scents at once.

"Thats why I need more energy, my base form is a human, but I can turn into a wolf." she explained to the man who's name she still didnt know. Leaning down, she attempted to stroke the animal form of the man, knowing which spots behind the ears itched the most, having spent time in that form.

Upon hearing the mans voice.. (okay, she couldnt keep calling him 'That Man' in her head. She would call him Bubbles.) she stifled a giggle at his protest that he was straight. She was fairly sure the Zanaryan that bumped into him wasnt focused on him in that way. Or really any way until she heard Bubbles, and then the stinky guy who stole it.

Sighing, she supposed she should help get it back. Sitting down, she focused on making her shifting as fast as possible, and a little over five minutes later, there she was, barking to the other dog “'Come on, lets go! You can track, right?'”. She couldnt help but notice that her wolf form was a smidgen bigger, and it made her proud. Immediatly latching to the easy trail of Smelly man, she ran through the crowd, attempting to get closer to him.

(ooc: so the chase begins > )

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[Kiel]

((Love the nickname, Grace. ))

Kiel stood there and gawked as the crazed thief taunted him from a drainpipe. “Hey, give it back!” The attempt to make himself sound tough had the opposite effect, his voice breaking again on the final note.

Unperturbed, Kiel yanked his pack over his shoulder and darted towards the demon. “Hah!” he crowed triumphantly, taking credit for the clothesline. “That serves you right! Like, everything I own is in that wallet! Give it back!”

All of this was yelled at the top of his lungs as he staggered through the market crowd, knocked this way and that as his backpack smacked into innocent - and not-so-innocent, as evidenced by the retaliatory slap to the back of his head - bystanders.

Man, he'd never live it down if he had to, like, call home begging.

He'd lost sight of the demon as he fell so, like, jumped up to try to catch sight of him. His pack weighed him down but he was determined to get his wallet back. He couldn't afford not to.

“Hohoho!” Like, for sers? Man, this guy was whacked.

Slapping a hand flat against the top of his head to keep his hat on, Kiel chased after him.

[Elias]

Elias had successfully vanished into the crowd, but the robbed ‘Varian and a Therian were hot on his trail. Thinking fast, Elias decided that he didn’t have the ability to lead them on a chase across Elysia, and so his eyes set on a row of rather large baskets. Instead of hiding in an alley, or breaking into a house and jamming himself into another closet, Elias was infinitely entertained by the idea that he’d hide in plain sight.

As soon as the crowd cleared up, Elias forced the top off of a basket and immediately stuffed himself inside; all of this was thanks to the shop keeper’s oblivious stare into the crowd, as the number of people willing to buy man-sized baskets had never been very big.

However, something else occurred to the ingenious thief: the stench. Much as Elias hated to admit it, the market was not quite enough to cover it, of that he was sure. Not to mention the Therian, whose heightened sense would no doubt track him down.

Once again Elias’ complete lack of knives rained down upon his brow, and he realized that another daring escape would have to be made upon his discovery. Regardless, Elias took a look into the ‘Varian’s wallet while he still had time, and inspected its contents. Obviously a large sum of paper xanthos, a laminated picture identification card, and…

“What kind of vain man would carry this around?”

Disgusted and muttering to himself, Elias closed up the wallet and stuffed it into his bag. All that was left to do was try to make his tattered wounds stop burning, and assure that his legs were ready to spring him out like a jack-in-the-basket.

[Kiel]

Kiel's run petered out to a walk as he realised he'd completely lost sight of the demon and that no amount of jumping to see over the crowd was going to show his position. “Man, this blows.” He wasn't about to give up. He'd search every inch of the market if he had to (but probably not)!

The guy had to be here somewhere, though. So the market was packed but, like, that smell had been pretty distinct. Kiel hadn't actually met many Zanaryans before, and the ones he had met had been, like, much older. He'd always thought Tad was exaggerating when he'd talked about the stench and told him to quit being so racist, but, like, woah.

“Man, Dad's gonna freak if he finds out I got robbed on my first day.” It wasn't even just his money. Like, his ID and family photos were in there, too.

Hey, wait. Like, weren't some of the people back there Therians? There was that puppy, yeah! Maybe they could sniff the demon out for him!

“Like, awesome, yeah!” he crowed to himself, turning back to go look for them.

[Kiel]

Kiel gave up, his shoulders slumping as he sank down to sit on an oversized basket. His pack dropped to the cobbled floor with a thud and his hat came off in his hand, slapping against his thigh.

He'd not only lost his wallet, with everything he needed to make a life for himself here, but also his new friends, who'd disappeared in the crowd.

“This totally blows, for sers.”

He'd hoped the puppy Therian could have sniffed out the demon, but it being so small and Kiel a runt, he'd found spotting the rusty furball impossible. In all the chaos, he couldn't remember if the girl's excited query about the others being Therian too had gone unanswered, but even if any of the others had been canines, too, he couldn't spot them either.

His depression was exacerbated by the fact that something sold at one of the nearby stalls smelled absolutely foul.

“Well, that's it, then,” he told the basket weaver, who apparently hadn't even noticed that Kiel was sitting on his merchandise. “I don't suppose you've seen my wallet or the demon who stole it, have you?”

[Lani]

Lani had TRIED to follow Bubbles, but the man was persistantly running around what seemed aimlessly. And she seemed like the only one who was trying to help him out. Poor guy, he appeared to be fresh of the boat too. Literally. She didnt know what she wouldve done if that had happened to her.

Wandering, she FINALLY caught ahold of Bubbles scent. Geez. He moved quicker then a hyperactive rabbit. Finally trotting up to his heels, she whined to get his attention, and then catching a particularly bad scent, she growled, teeth bared, and pawed at one of the large baskets.

Here. Here was the bad man with the horrificly awful smell. She just hoped that Bubbles was bright enough to get the message. Incase he didnt, she growled, and yapped some more at it, before attempting to knock it over as much as her small puppy body could handle anyways.

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[Ruairi]

I'm sorry this took me so long.

His hunch about the Zanaryan had proved correct, he found as he followed the line of conversation. The previously stinky but now positively rotten man took off into the crowds, momentarily slowing himself as he ran into a clothesline. The other Therian shifted down, proving to be just a little taller than he was. He frowned at that momentarily, but told her, "Of course I can track. My nose would have to be dead not to track him, anyway."

Nose to the ground, Ruairi began weaving through the crowd, following the scent tirelessly. However, somewhere along the way, near a basket stall, he seemed to lose the scent. He circled around and started again and this time realized that the stench ended in the basket rather than near it. In the time it'd taken him to circle around, the girl-pup was propped against the basket, trying to shove the basket over. He joined her, shoving and yapping at the stinky man within.