[Alucard can't honestly argue with not here. As a wolf, curled up in his cozy little cactus, he is protected. No one is going to be so stupid enough as to fuck around and find out what happens if you prod a sleeping animal.

But two people, including a young woman, in deep meditation? That is a recipe for disaster.]

It's all instinct. [It is a terrible reason, but better to be frank.] And there's no spellwork, only knowing the path from here to there.

[Damnit.]

I can try to walk you through it, but I'd still need to be present.