Neko for all of her masterful grace, finds herself nearly slipping from a branch as she misjudges her step. While she's able to catch herself before she actually falls the tree creaks and rustle from her error. It blends in well with the forest environment yet the ninja might find herself cringing at the trivial mistake. Still she puts her focus outward, scanning the area with sharp eyes and sharper ears. There are animal tracks fresh in the mud belonging to several though the exact number is indistinct. Interspersed between them are hoof prints, notably bipedal and large. All of them seem to veer off in a direction opposite of the cabin itself.
Starting from an aerial view, it's not hard to locate the cabin, a yellow glow in the gloom sticking out like a sore thumb. From this high up it's obvious the cabin's currently occupied, and there's a truck that doesn't match earlier photos parked out front. When she points her spectral eye downward, a shape she might've initially dismissed as a shadow becomes more obvious. Collapsed in a heap not far from the cabin's porch is a human woman dressed in denims, her body covered in forest muck while her skin is littered with abrasions. They're entirely still, hands pressed against their stomach where blood seems to be pooling from a large chest wound. Three jagged lines have torn through the thin material of her shirt.
Without the benefit of Kira's seering, Philip can tell that the blood in the air belongs to someone else entirely. It's earthy, befitting of someone who spends much of their time in the outdoors, and he knows instinctively that they're a young woman. A strange appeal to the scent nearly has the fledgling vampire dashing to fulfill his horrific thirst, but techniques taught to him by that New Orleans master help but it at bay.Flynnarrel wrote: ↑Mon May 16, 2022 3:50 pm inestigate: 1d20+10 26 good grasp on identification
Perception: 1d20+12 13 ha! hero pointing that
Perception reroll: 1d20+12 14 uhg, but 24
Tapping into the whisper network of his rodentine compatriots he's able to mentally plot out a more or less direct course to where he can smell her. He can already tell they'd make good time if they were to move now, with any unseen obstacles cleanly avoided. A few seconds of listening to their instinctive thoughts, he no longer get's the impression to run, but to hide.