Inside the dugout

"Letty, how are you? Have you found anything?"

A hoarse male voice from the up made me turn around and looked back at the hole with the help of which I got here. I rubbed the back of my head and took a lot of air to my lungs to have enough air to reply. The air here was damp and a little colder than up there near the oak tree.

"It's a dugout of a werewolf, perhaps! I found claw stretches in the hole! Moreover, there's wooden furniture and some clothes that definitely can't belong to an animal! I need one sniffer here too!" I finished yelling, then cleared my throat and put the light into the hole, hearing some noise coming from there. Then, I saw a male head with black hair, and a tall man appeared. The light of the flashlight wasn't enough to look over him, as it was too dark here and no natural light at all. However, from his smell, I understood he was not Xander.