He lets her set the pace because he knows he's faster, but he keeps at her side. It's a week from the moon, but he still knows better than to run behind a human.

There's a low sort of hutch that appears under a stand of trees. Upon closer inspection, it's obvious that the trees are the supports for the structure. It's roughly a foot and a half off the ground with a wide opening on one side. It looks like two people could fit inside, and there's a glimpse of cloth in the dark interior.

Damocles is checking the perimeter, nose snuffling from tree to tree and stopping at the far end where there's a dip in the ground. There's a lot of pale white over on that side and the dog alerts and pounces before coming up empty jawed.

Mouse, he grumbles at them, disgruntled at having missed it.

Richard waits silently for a reaction.