Mikhail quirked a brow when the human finally spoke. Why on earth was she speaking Latin? They might - [i]might[/i] - have believed her if she'd have responded in some language native to the area, but even then it was a stretch seeing as the area language was English. But she was using a dead language, one that few humans spoke and no humans spoke natively, and it did nothing but give her away. 

His suspicions were confirmed when, after a moment of stillness, she bolted. He choked back an exasperated groan and rolled his eyes. What was she trying to accomplish?

He didn't bother pursuing, instead watching her as she ran. She was headed for the river, though he wasn't sure what she expected to do once she got there. Didn't she know that her sprinting was leaving a clear trail in the undergrowth? Besides, her scent was on the wind, and one in their party had an exceptional nose. 

"Follow her," Mikhail commanded, barely glancing away. 

Andrei nodded and took off after her at a brisk walk; there wasn't a huge need to run. Humans tired quickly at that pace, and both vampyres knew she would have to stop and rest at some point. Andrei's sense of smell was better than Mikhail's thanks to his pureblood ability, and he'd have no trouble tracking her from the air alone to wherever she ended up.