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"What do you have, Bailey?" I asked in my rasping voice. "Sarge mentioned something about a strange scent?"

Nodding, Bailey said, "Reed caught a trace of it on the ground but there's more of it up here plus claw marks. I moved up here after he went to go lead you in. There was some big pig thing tromping around and I didn't want to mess with it."

I looked around in the dark and leaned over the game trail that ran beneath the tree Bailey was in, taking a deep breath in. Tapir, a large rodent easily mistaken for a pig in the dark, rumored to have nasty tempters but tasty meat. I pushed down my hunger; I could wait to either hunt with Reed or take chow back at camp later.

"Good move, it was a tapir and they can be nasty," I said and started climbing the tree. Once I was up in the tree I could pick up the faint traces of a cat as I moved through the branches. I don't have the tracking instincts of a wolf or dog but I could tell something had been here a few days ago. I wrinkled my nose at the scent I'd only smelled twice before, once in a zoo and once at a cantina in Sao Paulo. "Jaguar, werejaguar to be exact. Two of them plus something else that I haven't smelled before. Something smaller, but still feline."

"Ocelot maybe?"

I shot a glance at Bailey. "I wouldn't know, never smelled an ocelot. Most felines don't like me and I can't even go into a zoo near a full moon these days without setting the place on its ear."

"I can see why," Bailey said before grabbing Reed's backpack and shimmying down the tree trunk.

Without his scent to interfere, I was able to tell more about the cats that had passed through here, but not much. One of the jaguars was female, the other male and the unknown cat was male but possibly sick. I relayed my findings down before joining the men on the ground. "All right, back to base camp. We have confirmed local lycanthropes, so I don't want any teams out without a were-critter or a mage, and since we have to of each, that shouldn't be hard. Would suck to send someone home because they were bitten or scratched."

As we trotted back to camp, Reed in front, then Ibanez, Bailey and I, Bailey asked, "Isn't feline lycanthropy more difficult to contract?"

"It is," I agreed, "but not impossible and I don't want to take any chances. We have the antidote but it doesn't have a 100% cure rate yet and it's side effects are awful. I saw it used once after a training accident and the poor guy wanted to die, it hurt so much."

We continued on in silence, each of us scanning the jungle, though Ibanez and Bailey tripped as it got darker. The meager light of the quarter moon wasn't enough to light a path visible to human eyes and when all fours it can be difficult to remember that humans can't follow the same kind of trail. We stopped about ten yards outside of the camp, though it wasn't visible yet to allow Reed to shift back while I did the same.

Fiery pain flared through my skull, hands, backside and feet as my body partly reformed, returning me to my human form. The pain was familiar, almost comforting in this strange jungle. I crouched and slipped my socks and boots back on. Tiger paws don't work too well with combat boots, in fact they shred them, and so I tried to remove my boots before shift. They got expensive if one kept ruining them in a non-mission essential fashion.

Reed took longer to change back, being a different type of lycanthrope and in his full animal form to start with.

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