It was good to get out. Daniel kept his more violent urges well in check for the most part, but it had been far too long, since he’d killed his rival in Morocco in fact, since he’d spilled some blood. It was time for some fun.
Catching sight of the campfire as well, he echoed Cass’s smile and pulled his wand from its holster. “Herkommen,” his whispered to his dog, the use of the German commands indicating this was a business outing, not a fun walk through the woods. Saber understood and came to Daniel’s side immediately, the hair on his back bristling as he walked with them. It had been a while since he’d tasted blood as well.
As they edged up to the campsite, careful to stay out of sight, Daniel surveyed the scene. Seven. Four men, three women. Young, in their early 20’s he would guess. Nothing to indicate any magic. “Muggles I think,” he whispered to Cass.