Haunted Wood Run Me Like a Racehorse

Much to no one's surprise, the other fellow knew nothing of his family. Calhoun suppressed his sigh knowing it wasn't Bronco's fault, but it was disappointing. Yes, those blessed by the High Elk gain our family name. If you are interested I can inform you later as it seems his grace has already valued you and your family. Of course his comment referred to the other's woody colors, but he was sure that too would fly over the other's head. At least he had the right of mind to apologize, that was more than even his family could do at times.

Your help will be much appreciated. and with that, he turned back to the scent trail he had been following. He knew he needn't tell the other to follow, Bronco would or he would run in which case he was back to square one and their intruder would be dealt with.

It wouldn't take long for them to approach a small herd. It seemed that luck was in their favor as any grouping larger would be difficult to split with just two hunters. The male crouched amongst the thick foliage, his eyes scanning for the best pick before casting a side glance to Bronco to see if he had picked out any useful details.