Hills over there are rockier. Packed earth and desert shrubs, dusty as fuck but not so much loose sand as to completely obscure tracks with the wind. That's how we found the place.

[ Geralt giving them a direction he'd be hunting in had helped, of course, but Alucard is right to assume Ciri knows what she's doing on top of that.

She glances from Jaskier to Alucard. The way the bard's voice catches and falters makes her chest hurt, the anger and fear licking like flames at the edges of her thoughts. She shoves them away, holding Alucard's gaze steadily. ]

It's not too long.

[ She answers for him with certainty, her level gaze daring Alucard to object. In truth, she doesn't know-- but a trained hound can hold a scent for a week, more if it's of proper breeding. Surely a dhampir's senses are at least as good as a hound's. ]