"I see." He nodded. Hitting another tough spot. "My father was tracker. He could track man, beast, and supernatural for days without losing the trace." While he had never had ravioli in a can before he changed. He had tasted really Italian style food and it had been good. Now he could only enjoy the smile.
He started making mental notes of what they would need to get the next day. Clothes and food where on the top of list. Oh the collar. He got up from his seat and went to his bedroom door.
"I will be back in a moment." He unlocked the door and went in closing the door and locking it again behind him. Going over to his desk he unlocked the bottom drawer and pulled out a wooden box. Opening up that one reveled a shinny, black leather collar, that had been polished to with in an inch of its life.