don't bother with the trace,

Lecter nodded, appreciating the sort of barter Kaname's family had upheld. Had he not traded his own skills for the herbs of the Vale? that he had killed no wolf was irrelevant. The fetishes he had planted had cursed them well enough, and they had gone. For a long moment he said nothing, glancing instead to his foreleg, and gave a low grunt. "What will you do with them?" he inquired, gesturing at the pile of small badger forms near Kaname.