No other words were spoken, but as the men began moving, they didn't all head in the same direction. Some returned the way they had come, but others began stalking her way.
Hell, they had to have used hand signals, figuring she might be nearby and didn't want to scare her off. Which meant? Some were trying to track her down. To give them the benefit of the doubt, maybe they worried she'd been tranquillized nearby also.
Still, in her wolf form, she dashed off. The river trick could work again.
* * *
Omigod, Aimee thought as she caught sight of the scrawny red wolf moving her pups into a new den. Her fur-covered skin clung to her ribs, and she was way too gaunt to be able to nurse her pups well.
Aimee had heard her howl and knew it wasn't Cassie's, but she'd lost Cassie some hours ago if she was the woman in the safari outfit she'd tried to track.
