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Ravah was not the only one who had picked up the scent.

Following closely behind was the outlaw, his steps hardly as quiet, as stealthy as hers, however they carried him far, carried him quickly as his head craned downwards to follow hoof-beat and scent-mark.
It was then that the valley's newest arrival, the friend of Sega, had her presence made clear. Her wintery scent intermingled with that of the herd, and when Barrett truly focused forwards, he could see her, a pale dot on the horizon; stalking after the herd with a hunters poise, and skill, undoubtedly so.
He would not run to her, not assume a place by her side, not yet, anyhow. She would know his presence soon—when the chase commenced.
For now, he simply followed.