Sniffing for clues...

Here he was, another night, another backyard. Xeph had pleasant memories of this particular neighborhood, where Reign Sorensen lived. It was pretty quiet and backed up to some light woodland. Lots of rabbits, lots of unsuspecting woodland critters to sate his wolfish appetite with. Xeph approved.

The break-in at Reign's house and the assault on Nikhila couldn't be ignored, nor could the connection between the two. Something fishy was going on, and Xeph was determined to figure out what.

It made sense to start here, where the clues may be faint but could still be around. He was sniffing unceremoniously at every rock, every blade of grass in Reign's yard. He smelled Sirius of course, and Reign herself. There were some unknown men and women. Xeph filed the scents away for future reference; any of them could be the culprits.

One scent in particular stood out though... Xeph pushed his nose into the grass and took a good long whiff. Curling his lips, he glanced around, keen eyes scanning for anything out of the ordinary. This scent was more recent, and it was saturated into everything. This was more than a one-time visitor.

It was the musk of a wolf, no doubt. And it was not one of his own. Xeph knew the scent of every Kadzait he'd ever met by heart. Those scent were imprinted on his memory. This was foreign, and there were no feral wolf packs inside Nachton proper.

Werewolf, then. Vyusher, if he had to hypthesize. But why? And why just around Reign's house?

Xeph gave a huff to clear his nose and finished his systematic search of Reign's yard before moving off to check out the neighboring houses. A few cats here and there. One saucy feline in particular hissed and swiped at him. He chased it back to what he assumed was its house and sniffed around that one as well for good measure.

There was nothing else of interest on this road. The wolf scent was definitely concentrated on Reign's house. Aside from the feline, a few really nice cars, and a family of disgruntled raccoons under one back porch, nothing else was out of the ordinary.

At least he had a starting point, Xeph figured. Time to head back to the Academy.

A fat figure caught his eye as he turned to go. One of the raccoons had wandered out from the neighbors' back porch. Not normally his stadard fare, but Xeph was feeling slightly irritable and frustrated that his search had turned up only more questions.

He had time for a quick snack.

((ooc: Xeph out!))