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If Kaertok noted the younger male's confused expression, he made no indication of it. The Tartok wolf was already thinking about where they might go to find some trails, and it would help him get the lay of the land. Scouting was, after all, one of his main skills, and he considered knowing where the herds were to be part of that occupation.

He moved from the cliffs (which I still don't have a good idea of in my head), trekking toward the river, but avoiding The Tangle. It would be harder to make good time in that forest, and Kaertok had no interest in spending his entire day wading through the thicket of that place. He certainly didn't want to go to the east, either. The small patch of land between Sagtannet and the cliffs was likely to be infested with those wolves who sought to rid the cliffs of their new residents.

Kaertok stopped when he spotted indentations in the snow, their shape unique to some of the hoofed creatures that inhabited the wilds. He motioned for Njord to come closer, to look.

They have been here recently, he said. Catch the scent.