King Elk Forest i'm just taking a greyhound on the hudson river line

She leads them deeper into the trees after the chestnut woman dips her head, her bundle of her remedies left for where she could return for them later. The thunder of hoof-beats isn't far off and, by the sounds of things, Cecily guesses that some other creature has distrupted the herd enough to get them on the run. She doesn't care much for who or what, but she picks up her pace knowing that they will have limited time before they are out of range completely.

The forest woman lopes at a steady pace, her ears pricking as her partner turns to speak, but ignores her for now. Up ahead, movement has caught her attention and she slows to a trot before glancing back. By the buck's pungent scent, it is infected; Cecily has smelt the sickly rotting odour enough times to know that. Through her sun-bright eyes, she watches the beast amble painfully in the direction of his brethren, one limb dragging in the dark soil; he mustve been too slow to keep pace and would be a lot easier to take down than a healthy cow. She lowers her head and turns to Viper, muzzle twitching as she seeks confirmation.