Fox's Glade a lotta men didn't; a lotta men died

Remy nodded in agreement and placed himself snout first toward the ground. His nose drifted over each leaf and twig, searching carefully for a scent trail in the opposite direction of his hunting partner. As he rounded a large tree with moss lining its side, he picked up the faintest traces of a nearby den. Remy barked for Grayday, summoning him near as he drew in on the site.