Caradoc skidded to a quick halt behind Remus, eues narrowing a little as he saw at least on figure moving towards a small home, the windows dark. Caradoc shifted slightly away from Remus, waiting for a breeze. When it came, it carried with it a smell he had come to know and associate with loathing.
Caradoc's hands fisted, and he looked over at Remus and gave a nod, "It's him."