Dragoncrest Cliffs they make us war

It isn't what he'd like to hear, but he had wondered when it would have to come to this. Day after day passed and still no sign or word on Wildfire and Arlo's behalf had come, and he knew that the commander would not wait forever. A masterful scout and a skilled mercenary are not normally cause for any concern, but this has gone on longer than normal—and timed so neatly with the illness that kept their heda down until now did not settle well with him.

But now (especially considering that the leader's strength was on the mend), he sensed it may be time to shift their focus towards a different approach and one that reached well beyond their bounds to get the answers they wanted. While not exactly his most favored approach, it can work. He still hoped it will not be in vain, in the end if they did, yet now was a good time to go forward somehow. Soon, trails, any leads, and all hope were sure to be lost to the elements. If anything was going to happen with this, it would have to be soon. It was either that, keep waiting for what may never come to be, or move on without them.

Silently he joined the small gathering and settled in to wait for the others after a respectful nod in heda's direction. From his spot, he watched intently.