Morn
"Morn will rest." says the beleagered orc. He sits down on a rock. Then seems to change his mind, and lies down in the shade of a pine tree.
The little party continues down the trail. At one point they are able to see Rogar riding slowly through some brush. Evidently the tracks haven't veered apart that much so far.
After about an hour of easy tracking, Durg and Semabin find themselves in increasingly dense trees. At this point, it is a forest. Mostly conifers, but some tall, healthy fir and spruce trees. Here, the trail fades. The game trails split and the inexperienced trackers aren't sure which tracks would be from wolves. It is also getting late in the day. There is only about an hour's sunlight left.