Torn clothing littered the ground, more hung from bushes. Nick held up half a pair of white panties and grinned at me.Wild dogs? Or just Clayton?Oh God, I muttered under my breath.I walked over to snatch the underwear from him, but he held it over his head, grinning like a schoolboy.I see Paris, I see France, I see Elena's underpants, he chanted.Everyone's already seen much more than that, Jeremy said. I think we can safely resume the search.Peter plucked Clay's shirt from a low-hanging branch and held it up, peering through a hole in the middle. You guys can really do some damage. Where's the hidden video when you need it?So this--uh--wasn't done by wild dogs? one of the searchers said.Peter grinned and tossed the shirt to the ground. Nope. Just wild hormones.