Continuing the Lucario story from the previous threads.

Here's the story so far:
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>If there was a trail, it went cold days ago.
>That was a big if.
>Because you weren’t seeing anything.
>The trail started and ended here at the house.
>Despite the horror movie interior, the outdoors looked fine.
>The tall, wooden fences likely hid the broken backdoor.
>Jumping to the rooftop, you hoped a new perspective might help.
>It didn’t.
>The shattered glass on the patio twinkled in the evening light.
>Aside from that…
>The outdoor furniture might have been knocked around a bit…
>Or it could have been left that way for months.
>Crawling to the edge of the roof, you braced against the gutters and looked down.
>A couple trampled flowers at the edge of the house stood out.
>But with woodchips surrounding the plants, making out a footprint was out of the question.
>What other signs do hunters look for, you wondered.
>Nothing else seemed amiss.
>Birds flew away from the maple tree, chirping in warning as you approached.
>You ran a paw-hand across the bumpy texture, circling the trunk.
>It looked untouched and intact.
>Fences stood fine.
>The little vegetation with bite marks was probably rabbits.
>The bedroom smelled unique.
>Something inhuman certainly had a hand trashing it.
>It didn’t mean much out here; all you smelled was fresh air.
>If it was a lady who transformed, she didn’t seem keen on marking her territory.
>She got out. Probably fast.
>Neighboring yards bore no obvious tracks.
>Whether it was by luck, or intentional, you couldn’t tell.
>She could be anywhere.
>She could have gone in any direction.
>And, you had no idea what she even was.
>You sighed.
>Even if you knew what she was, you probably couldn’t track her.
>This was a days old trail and you were no bloodhound.