"I already avoid the Northern US when it's winter. And the Midwest. Honestly, most everything north of San Francisco ends up on my shit list past November." Dan grins and peeks at some of the photos Sam's looking at, humanoid blurs and chimeras of various sorts.

"Smart use of your time. Smart use of this place." He takes a drink. "You want to go hunt a cryptid? I got a lead and it seems up our alley. Flesh-eating horse in Quebec."