You storm out of the ring, boos stinking your ears. People get out of your way as you press through the corriders,smashing anything nearby, trashcans, walls, glass. you go on a mini rampage as you hunt, you threaten the owener to tell you who was scedualed and give you the scent, the name you got was muffled, all you need is the scent. You Track slowly, not nearly as good as a dog, but you'll find the person, and you will make them pay. You move through a few locker rooms, male and female, sniffing each and ever fur you meat, intimatly, making sure they aren't the one. You leave them trembling. Few have seen you this angry before, you have almost checked everywere till you find the cafeteria, and the door is locked from the inside. This holds you only a few minutes while you battere down the door to enter and see your foe ,whimpering, cringing in the corner...
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