Ignis followed suit, nose to the ground with a low rumble. Everything smelled so damned good to him right then. Another quick snuffle of the tracks and his head was back up, vivid eyes peering off into the dark night. There was a quick wash of ichor from a nearby daemon, but there was no chittering or other sound and daemons were anything but quiet. Most likely a dead daemon, though, or the greasy remains of one.

Ignis had to check it out, more daring than his usual caution would push him to be. A quick chuff and he was off again, melting into the dark like a silver shadow.