Despite only being able to travel in the darkness, Lestat never seems to fall behind the others. His inhuman speed means he catches up quickly, and he carries on with the other night searchers until the time comes to find a place to rest during the daylight hours.

He stands there listening, trying to filter through the wind blowing around the mountains.

"Then north we go."

He hasn't picked anything up yet, but there's a crest of an incline not too far along the path that may afford them a better vantage point of sight.