[Sand is not his favorite thing to walk on. He doesn't have a lot of experience with it and it moves underfoot far more than even snow or loose rock, but Katrina's steps are sure and that makes keeping to her path easier, the rest he makes due with the end of his glaive as he steps.

When she stops, he does as well, clouded eyes trained down towards the ground as he listens.]

It's possible there's something here. You think a creature might have caused the change?

[His quiet question is...mostly rhetorical, but that's what the implication feels like. He crouches down, his fingers pressing to the surface of the sand to feel.

He can sense the subtle shifting of grains nearby, her small movements like what all living things cause, but he tries to 'hear' out past her for anything else. After a moment, he shakes his head.]

I don't sense anything moving. Not right here right now.

[If it was deep enough down, however, it was very likely he'd miss it.]