Hoshor Plains the long black train

It seemed the matter was settled.

Mojag was more than happy to follow-through with his offer. He knew of at least one camp that was nearby, although it would take them a little farther from the herd of giants. He moved to escort the other man with the intention of seeking this out; meanwhile, he listened to the name Arktos gave and determined it was unfamiliar.

The camp set up by Moontide is this way, he explains as the pair move along the plain. It is still a fair distance from them, but as they climb a segment of the grassland there is a small vantage point which Mojag can use to orient himself, and he motions to the distant shape of tilled earth, crushed grass, and various now-filled cache marks.

Taking a moment to think, Mojag looked to the east and then to the south, and a light sparked in his vision.

Ah, and that way there is a waterway, and that is where the Moonglow camp was set. On the other side of the water there is a thicket where the village Moonsong made a camp, but I did not explore so far while the hunt was happening. It was up to Arktos where they went next; if they chose one of the camps to dig-out, or split to doing separate things entirely.

Maybe the man did not want to leave the bison unwatched? Mojag would not be offended either way.