everywhere I go

Even here. Paw prints in the sand, skirting to the north-east, getting close to the Hallows but never quite approaching. Too smart, too subtle. They knew what they were doing, and though inherently Hattori knew it was likely none of his concern their handiwork felt somewhat familiar, with just enough of a twist to make it stand out from what he knew. What he'd learned when he was a young man. He made a noise in the back of his throat, edging close to annoyance, a slight twist of curiosity.

They'd kept close to the waves, the rushing back and forth of water was quick to swipe away the tracks they'd left. The salt and brine of the ocean covering the scents too.

Just what was going on here?