Marcus scans the ground near him. He ignores the Druid and his companion at first, but at the assertion of the felines speed superiority, the Ranger lifts his eyes from the ground and fixes them on the Druid.
Not everything in life is a competition of speed. Given the smell of those horses, it's little wonder your friend can't find the scent. However...
The Ranger's eyes turn back to the ground before him and a smile crosses his face.
What we need here isn't speed. What we need here is accuracy. And this track is about as a fresh as they come.
He looks up into the brush and toward the denser part of things.
I can follow these, at least for a while. If it gets too dense to follow them, I'll be more than happy if your companion can pick up their scent. As one who survives by it...
Marcus stands up and brushes his hands across his pants turning his look to the druid.
You still have much to learn about the concept of teamwork.
He smiles at the Druid before he turns and calls out to the others.
There are tracks here that I can follow. If we lose them, hopefully we'll be far enough from the horses for Taniwha to be able to pick up their scent.
He gives a nod to the Druid before turning back and kneeling down again by the set of tracks, waiting for his companions.