Tae bristled as Nashoba ran towards the earthen contraption. As excitement wafted through her small body, she felt her magic take hold and wisp away her form even further, until there was nothing but a ghost standing beside its semi-skeletal sister. Either there would be someone in that hut, or there wouldn't. If there was then perhaps she and Grusha would finally find the monster-bait that they had been looking for. There were two fillies and three hounds in the clearing - if someone was in that hut and hadn't come out yet, either they were dumb and deaf, or cowardly. Regardless of which, they would make good bait.

And if there wasn't anyone in the hut?

Well that just made their hunting all the easier.

Mal and Hel stood sentinel just a few meters behind Nashoba, ready to lend their assistance should the wolf indicate that there was anyone inside. However as the black exited clearly indicating that there was no one inside, the other two jumped to their paws. Immediately their noses lowered and they began to trace intricate patterns on the ground, creating a grid-like pattern between themselves to ensure that no inch went unsniffed.

Nobodyth home. Tae grinned. "Let's see what has been left behind..."

Tae, who trusted in the abilities of her companions completely, moved behind them like a general watching her men scour the battlefield. Suddenly Mal broke out of his grid and lurched forward a few feet, nose down but tail wagging decisively.

What have you found? Tae inquired as Hel moved to join his smaller counterpart. Neither the hellhound or the wolf replied. Instead, they trotted over to where a lump of earth curiously was protruding from the rest of the earth.

"What is it?" Tae asked out loud now, her tone excited but also authoritarian. >>Warm. Smell like ... blood<< Came the response. Tae's mandible-marked skull turned towards Grusha with a grin. "It seems they've found something, seestra." She crooned excitedly, prancing forward to investigate what the canines had unsurfaced.

Mal and Hel began to dig (with Nashoba's help (?)). This is what they found: bones, small and hardly formed with flesh decomposing around them, loosely holding them together in the form of a young foal, and a stone-statue of a wing and horned horse, sprinkled generously with blood that still glistened acidly; the magic of the God still pulsing through it.

"Those aren't bones." Tae observed with disappointment, leaning back on her haunches and staring disapprovingly down at the canines.