"I can, but its feel is too faint to pinpoint." He half shrugged. "In this case, the nose of a werewolf is infinitely more capable of tracking than a Mijai untrained in magic."
"Half wolf," I corrected, and slowly turned, trying to define from which direction the scent was the strongest.
"But full wolf where it counts."
I raised my eyebrows and shot him a glance. "Oh yeah? And just where would that be, reaper?"
"Your senses," he replied, voice bland but amusement dancing in his eyes. "What else would I have meant?"
"What else indeed." Smiling, I returned my attention to the scent. It seemed to be the strongest from the area near the stairs that led up to the next floor.
I walked across, and cast around to see if I could pinpoint a particular area the scent seemed to be coming from. After a moment, I ducked under the metal steps and bent down. The concrete here was smooth and unmarked. There was absolutely nothing that would indicate anything lay underneath it.
"There wouldn't be, given magic is used to enter and exit." Azriel squatted beside me and rested Valdis on the concrete.
"Becoming Aedh would be pointless, because I can't move through solid objects. What about you?"
He shook his head. "I need a point of reference to transfer anywhere here, be it a soul or an image. Up until now, I've basically been accessing your memories or knowledge, but you have not been into whatever lies below so I do not have the required information."
I swore softly. "If we break in, she's going to know we're onto her."
"She's well aware of that already. She would not have retreated otherwise."
"Yeah, but neither she nor the other sorcerer is aware that we know about this place."
"True." Sparks flew from Valdis's tip, hitting the concrete with sharp little hisses. An echo of her master's frustration, perhaps. "We have two choices – breach the concrete, or turn around and walk away."
"We haven't got time to walk away." Or rather, Mirri didn't. I drew Amaya, then added, "Go for it."