Now that she doesn't have to focus so much on where Andrew's putting his feet, she's free to send her magic out into the park, looking for misplaced dogs. There are a few strays, but when she describes Andrew to them (a combination of his smell, his voice, and how he'd look from the ground), none of them recognize him.

When one hopefully asks if Andrew might be looking for a new dog, Daine heaves a little sigh and invites them over. She doesn't think Andrew will take them, but maybe she can do something for them.

She checks her magic, calculating how many changes she has in her before she gets too drained. She could probably manage a couple more. First, she reshapes her mouth again so she can talk to Andrew.

"I can take hawk shape and look for your friend. It'd be quicker."