There were three of them searching for Luna; Hecate, Qebhet, and the sense of deja vu that walked with them. They'd met over a search for a monster who was ripping the souls of the innocent apart, and now they searched for Luna, and for the monster who had taken her.
When Hecuba had taken off some time ago, Hecate had let her go. She knew her own way around these streets and the charms on her collar would protect her from most things. There'd been nothing about her friend's body language that said follow me - and Hecuba was very, very obvious when she wanted to be followed.
When she bounded up the street toward them, her bark deep and attention grabbing and scattering the pedestrians on the pavement out of her way, Hecate shared a look with Qebhet then started running toward Hecuba. Hecuba didn't hesitate, turning around and running back the way she'd come, trusting the goddesses to keep up with her, and Hecate whispered a spell of swiftness to make up for the fact she and Qebhet had half as many legs as Hecuba.
Hecuba led them to a place with a troubling air and a door, hanging ajar. "Someone's been killed in this house," Hecate told Qebhet, forgetting for a moment who she was speaking to - surely Qebhet could sense it, as much as Hecate could. "Violent and recent. Not Luna." She said it out loud as she translated the perk of Hecuba's ears, and placed her hand on the door to push it open.
Hecuba bounded forward, leading the way with thundering footsteps toward her two newest best friends.