He tracks her.

Her trail led back towards the window they had entered by, and Hunter thought she might have fled naked into the night, her terror overcoming any sense of modesty. However, her trail turned away from the window, heading into another part of the basement.

Either Lani could see in the dark, or she had a superb memory of the layout, and had no trouble negotiating it. Hunter snuffled, following her trail, his ears pricked as he listened for any sound of her. Her scent led him down a narrow passageway that smelled of rodents. Openings led off it in both directions, and at one of them her trail turned. He stopped, silently listening, hearing the muffled whimper of her breathing and the racing of her frightened heart. He snuffled, scenting the fecund aroma of her, his lips pulling back from his fangs as he thought of the delights of her body.

He padded silently through the opening, sensing that he was in a room of some size. He waited, listening, hearing the almost silent sounds of her terror.