Faolan is less aware of the fact that the wolf is being followed than the fact that the wolf is following him in the first place. He's trying to blend in a crowd, trying to hide among the people, trying to hide amongst their scent, but he's not certain how well it will work. Especially considering there really aren't that many people out tonight. Not here and now, anyway.

He ducks into the throng of a group of people who seem like they might be headed towards the cinema, but he rather stands out, looking the way he does. Bruised and bloodied, a little wild-eyed and breathing hard. It's just as easy to clear a crowd as hide in one this way, he finds out. The hard way, as it happens, as he catches a woman in front of him muttering to the man she's with about the nutter of a drunk that's following them. The man turns to confront Faolan about what he's doing, and Faolan's been in enough fights, enough trouble tonight as it is. He ducks into a nearby alleyway, hoping that he's done enough to confuse his trail. Knowing better than to believe as much.