By the time they got to the North Pole, it was the late hours of the night. The moon was high in the sky, although it was a waning crescent moon, it could not provide much illumination against the night. But as werewolves, they didn't require light to see in the dark. Their vision was as enhanced as their hearing and smell.
Lennon jumped down from his horse, his kinsmen followed suit. They began walking up and down, checking the prints in the sand, picking up dried leaves and twigs, and checking the stars. Comparing it with the four cardinal points.
"Halt!" Wayne suddenly said, then inhaled deeply, scenting the air "I smell her."
"Where?" Lennon asked hastily.
Closing his eyes and pulling more air into his lungs, without opening his eyes, his fingers steadily rose and pointed in a cert
