Taich gave a haphazard shrug, looking down at her dormant bow briefly.
A werewolf wouldn't be out of the question when her bow could speak.
"I have not," She answered truthfully, "If I have met one they've never gone wolfy." Pursing her lips she looked around again, frowning at all the snow. How could something not leave tracks in the snow? Taich cast a glance around, seeing only their footprints.
"I don't know, Theon. I'm just as lost as to what this could be as you are." Which was truthful and it sucked. Taich didn't like not knowing what she was in for. And curse Tristan for getting her into it! Curse that stupid deal she made.
Nose and cheeks flushed from the cold, Taich closed her eyes for a moment before giving a helpless shrug. "Were doing anything odd last night?" She asked the man, shifting her stance, carefully holding the bow, "Perhaps you left something out and ... The worst happened."