Redhawk Caldera Take me to the good times

-Sounds like a plan,- he said when she suggested tracking the herd. It was, after all, one of his favorite pastimes, and he had the specialty to prove it! Phox took a moment to orient himself, then began heading toward where he'd seen the herd most recently. It wasn't a particularly large herd, but it was one nonetheless, and having them around was a good sign with winter practically on top of them now.

Once he found their trail in the snow, he knew they were on the right track.

-It's easier when there's mud,- he said, -but it hasn't snowed since last time they came through here, so at least we can see where they've gone.-