[Alucard remains near the carriage, careful as he pokes around at it. He goes so far as to change into his wolf form and get a better sniff, but it does little. Smells are smells. He doesn't have context for them or what may be different or off. All that is clear is that this attack was not about the contents of the carriage.

At the euch, he shifts back into being a people.] I come out here for a few days at least once a month.

[Alucard is quick to walk over. When his eyes settle on the scorpions, there is only a frown.]

Nothing about this looks right. Nothing I know of that lives out here would leave a nest dead like this.