Totoka River Let The Hunt Begin

Vale was ready to begin. While the others talked, he began to track the herd. It was actually pretty easy, mostly because they were so close — the deer's hoofprints were quite different than his own pawprints, and he studied the difference for a few moments before moving on to sniff tentatively at their droppings. Even if it stunk, it gave him information. He thought he picked out the sick one's dung, and he pulled a face, dry-heaving before pulling away. Okay. Nobody else smell that.