Grouse Thicket out of the mist

Ensio just grunted with a nod at Ulrich's apology. These days he preferred not to think too much of his past packs. If he did, he would just grow more and more bitter. Better to bury it, leave it behind him. His spirits lifted some when his offer was accepted, which seemed to please the dark man as well. 

"Excellent. It is settled, then." He chuffed lightly, turning towards a thin game trail leading deep into the woods. "I am not exactly an expert either, but together I think we can make it work." His nose hovered at the ground, searching for scents. His eyes, for tracks or discarded feathers. "I believe the trick is getting the jump on them at the right moment. They're fast off the mark."