[The Bronze Wood] The Return, and The Visitor (Samael)

[Sturlin]

"You are welcome, and I will relay the message." He watched the horseman lead his steed into the trees for some time before he turned and began slowly returning to camp. This time he went more slowly and paid more attention to the trail. He hummed to himself softly as he inspected the tracks of Horse, as well as his own. He noted the areas where he stepped off the dirt path with interest and sometimes paused to inspect a section of crushed leaves or the branch of a sapling that was bent back awkwardly.

He would most definitely have to work more carefully on his stealth. Also he would have to see about finding a way to help conceal the tracks of his horse during his travels. Even had he no idea where he was or where he was going he could have easily followed the tracks of Horse back to camp. That was not to mention the scat. His interest in the ease of the tracking became so intense that he came close to stepping right into a steaming pile of it.

Traveling takes much longer with your nose to the ground and your eyes to the twig and the leaf. Half the day had passed before he found himself once again within his camp. His eyes lingered over the disturbed earth next to the fire pit where the guest had slept the night before. "Perhaps...Perhaps he will come again," he said as he slipped a feedbag onto Francis. When he looked again to the spot of interest he saw that Mr. Pickles had taken a seat there, staring up at him with a whimsical tilt to his ears.

"Don't look at me like that. He apologized for not calling you Mister."

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[Dusk]

XP Award! Sturlin XP Award Wilderness Survival: 1 XP Cooking: 1 XP Tracking: 1 XP Samael XP Award Wilderness Survival: 1 XP Horsemanship: 1 XP