Moving silently away from Thorin and the shield, Sand inched his way through the trees until he was beneath a rocky outcropping. He tensed his muscles and sprang, landing on the narrow ledge. Hunkering down in the deep shadows, he swung his head, inhaling the werewolf’s scent. It was several yards above him. He heard a rustling and peered up to see the indistinct shape of the werewolf’s head silhouetted by the wan light of the waning moon.
Sand was tempted to ask the Joker’s question from Batmanabout dancing in the moonlight as he prepared to leap into action—and restrained himself. It would take away what element of surprise he might have, presuming the werewolf wasn’t already aware of his presence, even though he was downwind from him.