Nearing the close of that ride and up the hill, they seemed to have formed a triangle of sorts. Veronica in front, the two horsemen in the middle, and Evan and his three wargs at the back. The first warg sat briefly as Evan dismounted and walked off, and the three wargs immediately bolted outward to set up a perimeter around this drastically open field.

Veronica seemed to know this woman with pointier ears than normal people.
Nosy as he was, his eyes glowed a vibrant gold, which he had not been able to do throughout the entire day.
Evan was not ready for the beacon of blood that shone before him. He winced but was too curious to stop staring.
Veronica... was unusual. Her heart didn't beat. No blood flowed, yet blood is everywhere in her being. Evan could make out every layer of her being from skin to bones, every cell suffused with blood.
It was strangely mesmerizing. He stopped himself, caught himself staring... averted his gaze.

Within that far horizon was the mountain range to the north. At the tallest peak should be his house, far too small to notice from this distance.

He glanced at Veronica again, then a little aways diagonally. Something he noticed, a glowing group of blood vessels far behind the hill. A huge group of horses and... bears. Roaming peacefully around the four visible humans.
He remembered that someone somewhere along the way mentioned that they're trying to rescue a bear named Cedar. These must be relatives.

Staying mum, Evan walked beside the other two humans with beating hearts and normal amounts of blood in their bodies.