breaking and entering

Hattori turned slowly and noted the sound of approaching steps. They belonged to a wolf and a familiar one at that, but he kept his guard up nonetheless. It was Lament, it seemed as though he'd noticed the tracks as well and had come to investigate. Hattori gestured to the prints with his paw, then stepped aside so the Samurai could get a better look. One glance was enough to notice it was unnatural, perhaps not even of this world.,

"Have you seen these? There is no scent. Nothing. Whatever it is, it began at Nephilim and worked its way here." For the first time Hattori was unsure what to do.

The tracks stopped right in front of them, as though whatever had trod them had vanished into thin air. In its place were dozens of glowing blue orbs, bobbing slightly but keeping a wide berth from the pair of wolves.