Neverwinter Forest And I end up breaking hearts

Mal's steps slowed the closer they got to the warren, watching for any movement. The scent was still old, but newer ones now crossed path sometime -- older too. He looked to Haoniyao, then shifted to one side of the trail, lurking around a thicker patch of brush as he looked for a rabbit.

He crouched, pausing there as he observed the scene. A quiet moment. That was the thing with hunting. A pause, a breath, and something a handful of yards moved. Could he see it? Mal could -- a grey shadow the far side of another bush. But from where Mal had stopped, he would have to cross a great big open spot to chase after. Again he looked to Hao.