Her presence was shifting. Ahsoka was on the move. Anakin growled under his breath. It had to be the wretched little Togruta. She never did learn to stay in place and wait.
At least she was moving closer. Anakin added another burst of speed, his form blurring as he rushed past, a sudden breeze rising up in his wake.
He sensed her drawing closer. A moment later, he saw her, running herself, faster than the humans around could dare to dream. Snips! he called out through the Force, to catch her attention, and guide her to him.