He moves with the sway, barely noticing. He's keeping his pace controlled, neither slowing nor hurrying after her. He's not stalking, only prowling a bit, searching for her.

Her profile appears in the mists before him, not quite where he expected it to be. He hesitates, standing out in the rain, blinking water from his eyes. He can't smell her from here.

What is he doing?

He doesn't know.