If he knows that Weres begin life on four legs, not two, he might assume she has more in common with so-called animals than metahumans. In that case, he should expect her to come after the cub, but not very far. No ordinary four-leg would come chasing all this way after a cub. The ordinary female would follow only until scents dwindled and disappeared, then forget it. Look ahead to another season, another mating, another litter. In the wild, the dangers are many and the young are easy targets. Losses are inevitable. Four-legs know that. They’re too concerned with survival, with hunting down the next meal, to go much beyond their territory and waste time on fading memories, dwindling like fleeting scents.