The portal releases Rosmira and Jews into a narrow Ketsuga backstreet, wet pavement reflecting unfamiliar neon. Behind them, the passage seals with a quiet fold of light.
Leon and Nayla are nowhere in the alley. Japan feels changed after two months, its human crowds carrying hidden werewolf scents through every storefront and side street.
Jews
They did not arrive with us. I can still catch Leon’s trace, though. Nayla’s is tangled with it near that guarded district.
Jews steps beneath a flickering sign and listens. Several competing trails overlap in the damp air, some old, some fresh, all threaded toward the district’s darkened entrances.
Jews
The new rulers noticed something. Maybe the portal, maybe us. Either way, we should not wander blindly while they are sorting through these scents.
Far beyond the rooftops, a patrol bell sounds once, then fades beneath traffic. No one approaches, but a werewolf scent briefly strengthens from the direction of the guarded district.
Jews
There. Leon and Nayla are close enough to find, if the trail has not been deliberately folded into the city. Which way do you want to begin?
“Rosimara takes her human form while her and Jews follow ros pink mark to a large area of the city and from a distand you can see the front gates guarded.”
SUCCESS (Great Agility, rolled +1)
Rosmira folds her wings, tail, fangs, and other unmistakable traits into an ordinary human shape. The pink sigil’s faint warmth remains beneath her collarbone, guiding her through the wet streets.
Jews
That disguise should pass at a glance. Keep the divine glow quiet, though. This city has become very attentive.
Rosmira and Jews follow the pink trace through narrowing lanes and broad avenues, passing shuttered shops, watchful pedestrians, and signs marked with the new district’s emblem.
Jews
Leon’s scent is stronger here, tangled with Nayla’s and layered beneath patrol trails. They are inside that district.
The streets open into a vast civic quarter bordered by high walls. At its far end, massive front gates stand beneath floodlights, guarded by werewolves in dark uniforms.
Jews
There they are. The mark brought us exactly where it promised, but those gates are watched by people who will recognize trouble quickly.
The pink mark pulses once toward the guarded entrance, confirming Leon and Nayla’s presence beyond the gates. Jews watches Rosmira, waiting for her lead.