[A little or a lot of howling is good for the soul. And it is for Alucard, at least for now. There's a catharsis in howling for no reason other than desire, and when he comes back, the wolf flops down next to whatever warmth remains from the fire and lets the rest of the night's noise carry on without him.

He's a person when sunrise comes, but only because it seems better for approaching the cave. It isn't difficult terrain, but boots can be sturdier than paws.

When they reach the problem entrance, Alucard crouches down beside it, careful as he runs his hand from one side of the entrance to the other. He hmms thoughtfully over the hissing.]

Sounds wonderfully straight forward.

[They're words said without an ounce of sarcasm. With that, Alucard is not a wolf, but instead a series of bats. Better for sounding like a natural cave inhabitant.

What he finds inside is a room that if he really wanted to, he could be a person in. It is worth considering, based on how delicate his nose is, but that's rather the point of vampire healing. Even if struck, it would delay him only a moment.

The bats find their place near the ceiling, eyes watching. Observing. Seeing which of the basilisks are least likely to be asleep and ruin what comes next,]