Impressive moves! And that was one less threat to take care of..... and one more cropping up. Years of thievery and running underfoot of horses had made her preternaturally aware of threats, and as soon as another group of thieves poked their head out into the rain, Azabeth's head whipped around, pinning them in place on her mental map. Given Aurin's current speed, he'd run into them in minutes, and then they and the first group would catch him between hammer and anvil.
And that was just unacceptable; Aurin was clearly a formidable fighter, as Azabeth had suspected, but if he had to resort to trickery and bottleneck tactics to handle a half-dozen men, adding three more into the equation wasn't going to help matters. So she changed the angle of her dash across the rainy roofs, the thin soles of her boots sure and steady, coming up alongside and overhead as he turned a corner and broke line of sight with the pack of thieves, before making a leap -
It was a beautiful jump, silent and arching, and her target was Aurin's upper shoulders, seeking to tackle the man to the ground on weight and momentum alone, since strength wasn't going to do it. Hopefully they wouldn't end up worse off than facedown on the cobbles in the muck, because she knew how fast he was, could guess how hopped up on adrenaline - but Az was faster. This she was certain of.
And once she got close enough to claw her hands around his shoulders, holding on for dear life and trying to keep his killing hands pinned under her weight, she hissed in his ear, trying simultaneously to be heard over the rain and not heard by his pursuers, "For a wolf, you can sure run fast, but it'll take more than that to get out of this."