Tinker graciously takes the guidance offered by Longarr.  As they near the gateway leading into the university's grounds, the large figure turns slightly toward the others, "I don't suppose we have a way to track them down once we're close?"

The fly buzzes sadly, but complies by flying Dornikal at a more sedate pace, flitting from building to building, but making sure to perch on horizontal surfaces so that the dwarf doesn't have to hang on any harder than he is already wont to do.

Randy grimaces. "I'll give it another shot at tracking. Our furry friend would have likely come through here.  Maybe I can pick his trail now."

Survival: 13

Randy can see the scuff marks of several things, including what appears to have been people fleeing from the scene.  He still can't pick out the hell hounds foot prints however.

"Too much foot traffic, some of it running. The signs are all obscured."

 He looks resigned.  " I suggest we move towards the main campus and look for signs of activity.  If worse comes to worse, we take a short rest so I can try to detect where the portal is."

The University grounds seem oddly quiet, actually. An observation that throws Randy a bit, as he expected the chaos to have led back to here, if that was where the creatures were headed... if they have come this way and headed deeper into the University, they've done so without setting further fires once they got here... or they somehow beat them here?

Dornikal hovers above, looking for telltale fires at the university, waiting for direction from below.

((Ulmwin, let's have a Perception check from you.))

14

Ulmwin, as your companions are looking about down below, Dornikal and his mount hovering nearby with a steady buzz, you catch a glimpse of what might have been a flash of light from one of the distant buildings, up the hill and through some of the landscaping and trees. 

Ulmwin immediately points out the building in question to dornikal before trying to gesture toward the others. 

"over there! I think it saw something!" 

Dornikal squints in the direction indicated and says,

"Aye'll-" he stops himself and awkwardly pats the fly, "we'll go check it out."

He'll direct the fly to fly towards the distant buildings, taking a deep sniff instinctively as the get close.

((Divine Sense again))

Randy watches intently from below and follows along on the ground.