"If it was a dragon wouldn't there be a bit more..." He trails off, glancing around the forest before returning his eyes to Peter. "..damage?" He continues to ask in a curious manner.

It's begining to shift from daylight to twilight and the lack of results from their expedition proved to be frustrating. Murdoc shifts his weight, leaning against a tree as he watches Peter hunt for clues. Call him lazy, but he figures Peter is enjoying this to some extent.

"Perhaps we should see if it'll come to us?"