As expected of a Werewolf. He'd had a vague idea in his mind already, but it turned a lot more evident when he had to catch up behind. Making obvious effort not to lag, Jan Ren had to dash at his full speed just to keep up with his partner. He'd come to suspect the difference in physiology from a previous encounter with a werewolf, but he'd never thought it'd be quite this drastic. Nevertheless, the Sinese acknowledged how dire the situation was, and with V riled up, he could at least rest assured mentally.
Physically, is a different story.
Crossing the hills and struggling to make extra steps, climbing rock and sliding down slopes, Jan Ren had resigned himself to following the darker man's lead. A part of him, mostly due to fatigue, wondered if the other was deliberately leading them through the rougher terrain, if just to make things more challenging. But if he was to trust this man with his achievement, the boy also acknowledged he'd have to rid himself of such thoughts. Difficult as it was.
It's important to note, the young man's sense of smell wasn't nearly as developed as his partner's. As such, the smell of fire had eluded him for a long time, perhaps also due to his gradually intensifying heavy breathing. Until, it couldn't be ignored any longer. "H-Hey..." He called out, "Do you... Do you smell something, hff... Something burning...??" Oh God, don't let it be another obstacle. But then again, of course it'd be another one. This was one hell of a race, the more time in they took, the more the nail was struck to deliver that message.
It wasn't that the few pairs back at the farmlands followed, no. This time was a hurdle placed right before the station. With the building coming into sight, Jan Ren had witnessed arguably one of the most bizarre arsons he'd laid eyes on. "...What the heck is that!!?" He couldn't help but stop, yelling out in frustration as he slowly caught his breath again.
The building wasn't set ablaze, but was engulfed beautifully in a wall of yellow fire, two openings from each side of the station present to still allow trains to come and go. The entrance, was completely blocked off. And with a crowding of Marigold citizens gathered by the front, it was obvious whoever caused this had no intention of letting anyone get in. Truly a spectacular blockage.
"Great." He complained, shoulders slumped. If Jan Ren had a guess, it'd be that wizards participating in this race decided to flat out isolate the station and gather every sticker inside. Either that, or... "These wizard folk really have no class, do they! The nerve!!" ...someone fought inside, and this was the aftermath.
Either way, there was no way of knowing without checking it upfront.