[Ken sniffs briefly at the corpse, wrinkles his nose, and moves away; he can tell one kind of blood from another easily enough, but it's a pretty strong scent. Better not to wallow in it when he needs his sense of smell sharp.

The blood from their quarry is plenty visible in here still, and Ken hardly even needs to follow the trail to track it to the back door. This gets kicked open - maybe Ken's huffy he didn't get to have the fun of breaking down the first door, or maybe he doesn't know any other way to open one; he didn't even check to see if this one was locked - before darting back out into the city.

There's another brief stint of running, and the others may see where they're headed before even Ken does, considering Ken's got his head so close to the ground and seems to be running more on smell than sight. A bus station. Ken skids to a stop when he reaches it, hurriedly sniffs all around - he knows what a bus station means, and he's immediately alarmed by the possibilities - before he growls and kick the bench.]

Dammit, I can't track him now! Even if I could track one specific bus by smell, there must be half a dozen of 'em that come through here and I dunno which one of 'em he got on! Why'd he have to take a bus, byon?!