[This is monumentally far from the most fun thing to do in his life. He considers whistling as they walk, but that was likely to make the mood worse. And he. Would rather die than sing right now.

So he sighs a few times instead, moving to the other side of Roach's head, but keeping a bit of space between them so she doesn't feel too trapped. With a wolf entering behind them, he imagines she isn't having the time of her life, either. You know what? Join the family.

Jaskier peeks over her shoulder to watch Alucard's investigation, every inch of him tight in the hopes he'll find something. He seems to be following a trail, but... honestly, this has never happened to Jaskier in his life.

The wolf sighs.

Oh. That's a bad sign.]

Magic? [He pats Roach and steps away to peer at the saddle. Shouldn't he be able to sense it himself? Blast it, he has magic. And yet all one needs is the magic of... a nose.] A mage, then. [Of course. It had to be. What did the Witcher lack a defense against? Magic.] Or one of us. The Singularity mages. [He runs a shaking hand through his hair.] Fuck. Can you tell if there's more than one? Even with magic, I don't think one mage could take him alone.