"You don't even know what she said," she snorts in an undertone to Astarion. Then at a more normal volume, to the squirrel: "When was this? Really. And... no, no, I understand, you have a family on the way to worry about, it's all right. Thank you for telling me. I'll look into it."

"She interrupted a very important conversation! That's rude."

"...I can't tell if you're being serious."

"And that's just how I like it."

"Everyone all right having a brief detour to investigate something that was sneaking near our camp while we were sleeping? She didn't know what it was and says it smelled like death. Which implies not a normal predator."

"Oh and she comments on people's smells, too? Terribly rude."

"How brief? We've had enough detours."

"Oh, don't be so wound up, darling, I think we've determined to everyone's satisfaction that this transformation is not advancing with time, we can take a small break to investigate whatever's terrifying the poor squirrels." To Ivy: "Do lead on, dear."

"Shouldn't be more than twenty minutes. I wouldn't want to impose at all, just that it was near our camp and was strange and with... everything... that puts me on edge. Squirrels get scared by normal predators all the time, but this... didn't sound like one."

Her immediate thought is clearly that a shadow druid might be following them.

But yes, she can start leading them in approximately the exact direction Astarion took his hunting.

Yeah he thought so. Nothing to it, act innocent.

Twenty minutes is... fine. She supposes.

It quickly becomes clear that maybe Astarion should have also just been against her investigating the thing. Because, yeah, she is absolutely meandering in the direction his hunt took him last night, questioning woodland animals all the while. They have mostly wanted to stay far away from the hunting grounds of... whatever it is, but that can be worked around. 'Where was it going' and 'where did you run from' are perfectly reasonable questions to ask.

On her current trajectory she will find the boar he drained soon enough.

No no he's sticking to it. It'll be a lot weirder if he gives up now. He can act properly innocent and surprised when they find out there's a vampire and... he'll defuse suspicion if people accuse him specifically.

As predicted, they reach the boar's corpse. Also predictably, the local druid can figure out its cause of death easily enough.

".... Huh," says Ivetrielle, inspecting it. "Exsanguination. And... two little puncture wounds. A vampire? Here??? Damn it, I would like there to be less murderous things to worry about, not more!!"

"...a vampire that eats animals? Uh, drinks, I suppose. Well, that's novel."

"To be fair, I'm not sure what else there is to drink around here. I'd probably eat a boar over a goblin any day. But it didn't actually go for our camp at least, so.... hooray? We scared it off???"

She is absolutely staring with puzzlement at the boar, though.

"We were pretty well-hidden, and keeping watch besides, maybe they would've come for us if we were easier prey? ...aren't there other intelligent species in the area, though? There was the fishing village the nautiloid crashed on, the village the goblins took over presumably had people in it before, surely a vampire looking to eat wouldn't need to settle for animals here. If nothing else, I bet our little mercenary friends would have been delicious, that human did not have a single worthwhile thought between his ears but he was gorgeous."

"I suppose, yeah. It could just be recently that animals would be the way to go. Or... something about timing?? Didn't have time to do proper hunting?" She's still frowning at the boar.

"Your animals said it was a single hunter. A lone vampire does not stand a chance against us, this is no threat. Let us go after our real quarry."

"I must concur with our githyanki friend, this doesn't really seem to be our problem."

"... I guess, yeah," she agrees, reluctantly. "Right, thank you for the detour, though it brought more questions than answers."

"My dear, if you wish to be the kind of adventurer who goes after quests like these I believe you may be in the wrong party."

That earns a snort out of her.

"I agreed to drop it, didn't I? Just, you know. Balance of nature. Strange thing hunting in the woods. It's practically druid bait, really."

"Indeed. Perhaps we will have time to come back to this later. For now we have a goblin party to crash."

Roll Perception.