The idea that this was not a random act done by werewolves off the potions was to say the least disturbing. Yet he too could see the footprints. Some made by shoes, some made by bare feet. Somewhere before turning, they'd taken off their shoes. They'd positioned themselves close to the village, and left with a girl.
The mere thought was nauseating. He shivered. "Why-" he stopped himself before asking the question. "What kind of beasts does that?" And by beast he didn't mean werewolf. He raised his camera, and focused on taking pictures, trying not to think of the girl they've taken. He wasn't so successful.