Connor had absolutely no intention of running, although he doubted he has any idea how to "change" back. What if there was a wolf still around? Unlikely, or Vanessa would be worried about that, but neither had she said anything about there not being any other wolves about. He sat watching her run away, back towards the camp site. 

He wasn't scared. Merely frustrated that he couldn't figure out just how this was possible. He sat there for a time, tilting his head at the faint sirens of ambulances, and then began to move. He stalked back towards the camp, giving it a wide berth, he settled just far enough to still be able to see the ambulances, but not close enough to be seen. 

He could still smell the blood, but his mind set on a goal, it didn't overwhelm him like it nearly had before. The dogs might be a problem if they caught his scent, but Connor did not doubt he could run faster then them. He shifted, deliberately so that the wind wouldn't carry his scent far.

He knew that this was a risk, but how would he feel if there was another attack? At least he could prevent that happening, by sticking with the ambulances via the trees until they reached town.

So it seemed he would be running after all.