Ariel made a sound as he considered what Amadeus said. It didn't exactly narrow the suspect pool much but he had... A thought and he didn't like that he had that thought. "Could be. Could also just be... Rage. Insanity. Inexperience. There are a lot of things that need to be factored in." But Amadeus knew that. After all, he was the Sheriff and Ariel was just the newly-minted hound.
Eyes designed to pick out detail flitted about. The small footprints weren't exactly hidden, were they? Ariel pulled his phone from his pocket and took a couple of pictures - the ones that best showed the design on the bottom of the shoe. He didn't exactly have anything to measure the size with and he wasn't fucking Sherlock. It also only started to cement his main suspect in his mind.
He clicked his teeth together for a moment, crawling on the floor more than he intended. At this point, anything would help. Hair, fibers, he looked under the bed as he spoke, "I have... A really bad feeling. Deep in my gut." He paused for a moment then asked, "What do you know about Alex's relationship with Maya?" It was a lot of assumption on his part - but a Malk could definitely do this. And why else would all the other Malkavians be disturbed?