Walking among the trees Andrew avoided tree roots and twigs for the sake of searching quietly. But he was more concerned about holding low hanging branches out of the way with his gloved hands. He could end up with a scratch, the poor tree would end up with the dead weight of kindling hanging in the end of it's branch.

Andrew was well aware of what abilities someone like him would possess. He kept an eye out for anything sadly familiar. He followed Angel, as she was the one who had talked with the villagers about the murders, she had some idea of where the attacks had been. Andrew only knew it hasn't been him.