Sound enough logic, she supposed. Melinoë stood up and started down the path, keeping an eye out for any other creatures along the way that might assist them in solving their mystery.

"Shame the people do not have as much to say as the animals might. And I think we may have to wake Bramble before we get a word out of him." A motion to the nearby farm where the dog in question laid, asleep, snoring, and living his best life sunning in the grass.