Lost Creek Hollow the raided cache

Again, no one could provide him with an idea of what they were looking at and as the question went unanswered, he felt a prickle of annoyance with his subordinates. They were so set that it wasn't one thing or another, but what was it? He couldn't have claimed to know every sort of predator there was, but of course he had also done his share to try and stay out of their line of sight as well. And that had worked up until recently and all the same, prompted him to keep his mouth his closed and his irritation bridled within.

So ultimately it fell to Harlyn to round them in and as she did so, he found himself agreeing with her. They couldn't spare the manpower to go off on a crusade to find out what it was and frankly, he didn't want to even inquire whether or not they could tend to any more injures were they to happen. It would have served them better to tend to their own home, not leave it open for the same thing to happen again. Root piped up with her own suggestions and his gaze came around to find her, pondering how things had fared in that quadrant of their territory.

"That may work, though I'd be more concerned how frozen the ground is, or isn't. It may also benefit us to hunt across the river downstream of the falls as well. There's been too much traffic through the north," and clearly, whatever had done this had been aware of their strategy to take on things out in the open range of the Downs. "But we need to step up our patrol of the borders as well, especially along wherever this thing came from. Make it clear we don't appreciate it, that we're aware it came by and it's not welcome back." And it pained him to some extent that he would not be able to utilize himself fully for such a task, but he was getting there.