Hoshor Plains the long black train

It felt good to be useful again. He could not remember how long it had been; his days with Moontide had been the last, he thought to himself. He had been a boy then.

Arktos elected to seek the first, the nearest camp. It was a sensible request and Mojag gave a small nod as he moved to escort the other man. It would not take long to ascertain what remained. The groups had done well in their packing-up but Mojag believed something might be found that would benefit this man and his pursuit.

I could dig out the remains, if that helps. You could return to your patrols if it takes too long between the two of us? He did not want to waste the man's time with this, not when there might be other important things to do.

As soon as he could, Mojag began to snuffle around the grass and investigate the flatter sections of the camp, where perhaps individuals had slept, so he could discern if there was anywhere to dig.