He fans out from Ylva as they move into the woods, scanning the ground. He doesn't expect to find anything close to town; deeper into the woods, once the treeline is no longer visible over his shoulder, he sinks into a lower, quieter gait, searching more intently for tracks.
Tracks, he doesn't find. He does catch the rustle of some smaller game animal disappearing into a thicket, but he's not quick enough to catch quail or rabbit barehanded. It means they're around, though -- he circles closer to Ylva, hoping to flush something they can herd between them.
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He fans out from Ylva as they move into the woods, scanning the ground. He doesn't expect to find anything close to town; deeper into the woods, once the treeline is no longer visible over his shoulder, he sinks into a lower, quieter gait, searching more intently for tracks.
Tracks, he doesn't find. He does catch the rustle of some smaller game animal disappearing into a thicket, but he's not quick enough to catch quail or rabbit barehanded. It means they're around, though -- he circles closer to Ylva, hoping to flush something they can herd between them.