Dragoncrest Cliffs free at last, free at last

It was a concious decision to ignore the distance between Bobby and Thur, because he didn't feel as though feeding what was already dead would benefit either party. If they were to make any progress, they would simply have to start anew, and if this is what that meant, then he was just fine with that reality. 

There weren't any necessarily strong scents, but a few faint traces lingered. None of them were particularly interesting, either; although Bobby was beginning to feel less enthusiastic about the hunt, he knew that he was secretly obliged to continue. 

It didn't take long for him to settle on the most pungent of the odors, that being of a mule deer. Bobby cursed how unlucky he had to be, On this day, of all the days! but begrudgingly assumed position as he began to search out their prey.