By the time the searchers returned to the village, they were hot, sweaty, and irritated after an entire day spent searching for the monster; by then most of them would have thought the beast no more than someone's nightmare, but the tracks they found were like nothing they'd ever seen; spurred by the sight of them, the men had searched for some sign of the beast until the sun was dropping toward night.<br/><br/>Lurk, puffing and blowing worse than the rest, collapsed on a bench before a roaring fire..<br/><br/>Jack sat down beside him and handed him a bottle of water; Lurk took it and drank greedily.<br/><br/>"Well," Lurk remarked. "That was interesting."<br/><br/>Jack nodded tiredly. "Say, I ought to introduce you to Migdar; he came here just before you."<br/><br/>"Who?"<br/><br/>"Wait- I think that's him, coming here now," Jack said, pointing.<br/><br/><br/><strong>OOC: I'm assuming werewolves and vampires an't tell each other by sight, and Lurk would have to change3 form to be able to tell by scent.</strong>