He held up one long finger in a silent wait gesture. Then he dropped into a crouch muttering something under his breath and touched the line of salt, lightly enough not to disturb the line of it. The salt glowed orange for a split second, then went back to ordinary salt-in-the-dark gray.

Julius looked up at her, then, still from his crouch.

"Pretty sure it's a werewolf," he said, with the cheer of someone who entirely expected to be flatly disbelieved.