Ararion flicks his hand at the hilt of his sheathed rapier, popping it up from the scabbard and drawing it with a flourish. He then falls into his place in the rearguard, eyes and ears attentive for any disturbance.
Olek grunted again as the group took off. This sounds like a fool's errand... Chasing an unproven boy chasing an unknown but large and dangerous animal into the woods...little more than children accompanying me...and woods...I hate the woods.
Squinting enough to make his eyes almost into slits, Olek cautiously followed the quiet elf, unhitching his massive axe and carrying it over one shoulder. "This could end badly, you mark my words," he growled, mostly to himself.
No worries sir dwarf. If trouble does find us, I doubt we'll be around long enough to tell us I told you so
Daelyn whispers into Cinder's ear, the bird still gorging himself on grain and requests that he do a little scouting ahead and from above....but not so far as to lose site of the group.
"It is that very thing we are trying to prevent, Master Olek. Have faith, and I am sure they boy will be alright." Lune suggests, hoping go calm the dwarfs nerves.
It takes about a quarter of an hour to get to the edge of the forest. You each spread out to check the edge, wondering just where the creature took off to. It doesn't' take long before Silvas finds a strip of green cloth on a branch. It matches the description of what Ghentir said Rollen was wearing. He examines the area and finds the tracks again. They head in a southeastern direction, and he also finds Rollens' right behind the beasts. Another pair of tracks is found, as he sees the two dogs tracking with Rollen.
Calling the others to the trail, you head into the forest. Large trees provide a dark overhead canopy, blocking out the sun above. The trail turns east after a few minutes, with the trees spaced out enough to walk with a few paces between each of you.
After another half hour, Silvas slows, calling for the others to stop as he examines the ground once more for the tracks, as they seem different.
Silvas calls the party to stop. He furls his brow at this track... something seems different. Silvas addresses the party over his shoulder while kneeling over the tracks in a forceful whisper. "Quite. Look lively. Something isn't quite right."
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search as requested and went ahead and threw up a survival for more tracking if needed.
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