[Action] gah sorry this is late orz
[After leaving the restaurant for the night Sam had checked the feed, seeing Buffy's message about her missing friend. It sounded like she could use some company, or a strong canine nose to help her search just in case. Besides, it'd be easier to track her down by scent too.
So he ducked out back where he couldn't be seen, stashing his clothes somewhere he'd remember and shifting quick into Dean the Collie, his go-to shift and form he could stay in the longest. He padded off quickly, sprinting on long legs through the sectors and putting his nose to the ground to try and find her.
To no surprise he wound up at the graveyard, a pretty typical hang-out spot for a Slayer set in her ways. Buffy had been out patrolling and carrying stakes cause it made her feel more like herself after all. He trotted up to her, long feathery tail held high and happy to see her, looking like a lost pup who just found a friend to play with.]