Cooper can smell the man's blood as he ducks in and out of the crowd. Unconsciously, he licks his lips as he follows. He toys with the idea of taking out the werewolf himself and feeding off of him instead. While he's busy debating the pros and cons of the idea, he loses sight of Faolan for a moment.

The wolf doesn't even pause before taking off down the street, going at a manic pace. Cooper's about to follow after when he catches a whiff of that blood from the nearest alley. He ambles over to the entrance, leaning on one hand against a wall. There's an expression of amusement on his face. "Looks t'me like you're up the creek without a paddle. He'll be coming back when he doesn't find you."