After a few moments, he took a deep breath and pushed away from the stone and turned, casually scanning the rocks. The scent of the place was shifting though the wind hadn't changed, but that scent of blood was still prickling his nose.

There...

The small, smudged bloodstain on that stone, already darkened but fresh enough to catch his attention. He leaned closer, frowning at the human-shaped hand print as he sniffed daintily at it. It didn't smell like a human...but it didn't smell like any shifter he knew of, either.

He turned back towards the trees, his attention a little sharper. "Hello?" he called out quietly.