Deepwood Weald BWP3: PREY OPPORTUNITY

After stopping briefly for a good old sniff of a rock, Goldhawk looked up and galloped gently to catch up with his Alpha Female. He walked quietly with Eshe and the normally chatty chappy had nothing to report — he thought he'd smelled rabbit by that rock, but he'd been mistaken. Up ahead though... oh, up ahead was something most devourable. The gold bard licked his lips, then leaned in low to speak quietly to Eshe — what do you think, marm... bit of the old one-two? He was talking of the strangers, of course. Scimitar, Eshe and Goldhawk could take this food no problem, he was sure of it...