Hideaway Strath cradle of forest

Days after their run in with the golden female and company from the so-called Firebirds, the Deorwine's were just beginning to settle in at their new rendezvous site. It was a lush valley...an ideal refuge. Yet Chad knew it would not be their permeant home. They still had to follow after the High Elk's apostle, guided by the signs their god was leaving them. 

Some of them may or may not have noticed it, but he had taken note of how this particular valley was enclosed on three sides, the remnants of a blockage still lingering at the only entrance and exit point. Had they come here during the rains, it could have been cause for concern, but not now. 

Something else caught his eye, prickled in his nose as he considered setting off to try and track an Elk herd, possibly the one the apostle had been from. Two new scents. He spotted the brown wolf, easily mistaken for kin and the darker one with reds and whites painting her coat. His eyes narrowed in suspicion, but he wiped the expression clean off his face before he drew any closer. No matter. Cenric and Odessa were already on the scene, leaving Chad to arrive in silence, with brows raised.