The Wendigo surveyed the scene from the treeline, hidden from all but the keenest of eyes. The Guardian had instructed them to find any clues as to what had caused the collision. Her dark, unreadable pools took in the smashed SUV and the thrashed road dispassionately. Though she had gotten used to cars as a mode of transport, they stank and left a metallic taste in her mouth. Besides, the crunched metal vehicle and skids in the earth made little sense to her, so she left her companions to examine that area of the scene. Her eyes lingered briefly on The Guardian before fixing on The Human; the other reason she was keeping her distance. She could feel his nervousness from where she stood amongst the trees. She suspected he would be even more uncomfortable at the sight of her and his fear stink would be a distraction.

She turned and started making her way carefully through the brush to look for any signs or traces of the creatures that lived here, both natural and supernatural. Her movements were silent, causing minimal disturbance in the surrounding shrubbery. She paused every few paces to examine the area and take a long, slow inhales to check for any unfamiliar scents; anything that didn't belong in a forest or seemed out of place. Her intent was to make her way a half mile down the road before crossing it and coming up the other way, passed the wreck. After a half a mile that way she would cross again and continue until she was back in the place she started.