Once there was nobody nearby, Krait tasted the air and started to follow the scent of the group she was tracking. The scents split up three different ways, two down side streets and one continuing on down the road. Which one do we follow? the voice in her head asked.
"The only one that matters," Krait whispers to herself. Krait continues down the main road, crouching against the walls of buildings, following the scent.