Sand began to move around the edge of the pond, lifting his head to breathe in the air, and then lowering it to sniff the ground. Slowly he made his way through the trees to the edge of the valley, returning several minutes later to shift again, clothing himself with a thought, to tell them, “Nothing. Remember, though, that winter has barely passed. The snow, and its melting, would have washed away any lingering scents. I did look for scat and hairs that may have been caught in the branches of the brush. What I found does not belong to a werewolf.”
“What if they visited in their human form?” Baptiste asked.
Sand’s reply was a dry, “As remote as the valley is, I seriously doubt they would have hiked in.” Andre had the feeling he would have rolled his eyes, but didn’t out of courtesy to the age of the vampires.
“Where are the caves you mentioned?” Thorin asked.