08-06-2008, 08:28 PM
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  He had to admit it would have been hilarious if he could have captured the wolf in one of the stupid offices, but he'd honestly doubted that anybody would fall for such a thing (other than a young puppy, maybe). It wasn't like he intended to do much after the fact anyway--he knew better than to strike a cornered beast. Odds were the wolf could shift, too, so it would be trivial for him to transform and use his ever so helpful opposable thumbs to open the door and be free. He wouldn't be stuck there, left to rot, was the point.Maybe things weren't going that well, but the other growling was enough to elicit a raucous chuckle from him--it was throaty and sounded rather malevolent. Intentionally he projected his voice, and then he went back to moving again. He scooted along the carpet quickly, zigzagging through the cubicles and around to the second staircase. Go on. Chase me, he beckoned, although he said nothing aloud. Let the scent trail do the work; he was biding his time so he could figure out and set up his next "trick."He moved down the stairway at a dizzying rate, keeping to the outside perimeter so that nobody could see him if they glanced down the centre through all of the stairs. He had a destination in mind, but he was thinking now that if he went that far, Des might give up or use the distance as an opportunity to "escape." Just to be sure, after a couple more floors, he cackled again--and then he leapt over some debris blocking the door to the sixth floor. Four flights down didn't seem too excessive, but he honestly wished to get to the first. Or maybe even the basement.This floor was a little different, he noticed as he glanced around. Less cubicles, more meeting rooms. One was large enough to have a stage and multiple exits. Obviously, this was where he went next. Crouching down in the rows of seats that were high enough to conceal him not shifted like this, he lay in wait, listening carefully to see if the other wolf was even following him. |