[It's the scent of poison that Alucard smells first. It's thick and heady and rotten and at least his nose can be useful for that much. It's through all the rot that the wolf catches scent of Trevor Belmont himself, and it's the rot he relies on to find the Belmont and not the more typical musk that makes Trevor so easy to identify.

Paws thunder over ground, trampling whatever gets in the way. Sticks, logs, moss, the dead leaves. It continues and continues unti Trevor does come into view, and it's with an awful skid that the wolf stops. It's with a single breath that the wolf is no longer a wolf at all but a man, one tall and lanky and terrified, crouching down to test Trevor's pulse.]

Belmont.

[It's a stern and unhappy voice, one that wants to just start screaming at Trevor for doing something unspeakably stupid.]