Rollen sighs a sigh of relief when his dogs wounds close up at Lune's touch. The gruff words of the dwarf bring his attention back to the reason why he was out here. Without flinching, the boy answers,
He stands, looking east before turning to his dog. He then looks down to the carcass of the other one before making a decision.
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Moving to the east side of the clearing, he leads the way with Sheila, moving through the treeline with Silvas in the lead. The tracks become easier to follow, as the beast is wounded and still carrying the missing sheep. Tufts of wool are left on branches, along with blood and stumbling prints. The beast is close, as the tracks are still fresh. The quietness of the forest is deafening.
Moving swiftly, wanting to not grant the beast a chance to recuperate, you all follow as quickly as the tracks allow. Silvas moves quickly, easily able to move at a normal pace without losing the tracks. It does not take long before you start seeing the ground change. It becomes harder, firmer as the forest seems to start giving away to the mountains. You have traveled quite a ways, as you see the foot of the mountains ahead.
The incline begins, with rock structures now dotting the area. A large boulder is ahead, with the blood stains showing that the beast was slowing down here. Silvas stops, inspecting the area carefully.
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Spot Checks and Listen Checks being rolled for the group.
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