going to the discotheque, nothings wrong with me

They were getting close to the tipping point, to the edge of Scully's bravery one might say. Ellery was becoming too close for comfort, and if he didn't move soon, he risked getting caught by her big-ass bear paws. Not only that, but she continued to only make good, level-headed points. She was so difficult to get turned around, unlike so many others. It made her less fun to play with, and if they hadn't been packmates he might've been a lot more avoidant of her and a lot less friendly. As it were, he really did like Ellery, and somehow that was what made this enjoyable nonetheless.

Still, it was clear; their little interaction was coming to it's end.

"I never get into anything I can't get right back out of," he confidently assured the woman with a wink before turning tail and taking off. The going was rough, but best he could Scully flew from isle to to isle, hoping he could outpace Ellery and leave her behind. He'd have to find a way to make her lose his scent as well before he could meet back up with Avella and Clouse again...