The former Chief Hunstman immediately went on alert mode.
The vampire was indifferent, breaking out of its petrification. "It's probably nothing, just one of the wolves going crazy for the storm."
"All the wolves are here." Sangfroid glared at him. "It's something else."
"The winds? Winds howl all the time during a storm."
Sangfroid doesn't know if he's being serious, or deliberately making him lose his guard. He never let his fingers leave the string of his arrows, enough to give it deep dents.
"You're overthinking again, worrying too much." Vladstin pointed out his hands. "Look, even if it was the creature, all we can do is stay here and wait for it to make a move. Even so, there's no use putting too much pressure on your bow, the string might break or your fingers might bleed."
